An ekphrastic poem, inspired by photographs of Hi Red Center’s Shelter Plan (1964). Will the boxes be our shelter or our container? Given the potential consequences measurements seem almost beside the point and the photographs not so much documentation as a means of identifying the dead (as if you could do that without dental records) [...]
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Baxter Vaughan’s clock (a poem)
This name just popped into my head last night, so I wrote it down… No break for Baxter Vaughan there with the cheese grater and a pen all second thoughts and underlines a clock with not enough minutes on the kitchen wall Coffee cup rings on Baxter Vaughan’s notebook a spill out to the edge [...]