Saturday morning has settled in all of its autumnal glory, but let’s darken the sky again momentarily as Ashley, Cindy and I relive the lights of Friday night gone.
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Tonight is the last school dance.
Boys and girls spill from parents’ cars
not thinking of this as an exit
from a second womb
the arrival is sleek
flat-ironed hair and they weigh
almost nothing in their lightness.
AM
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CK
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Three Doors Down
i.
Her voice was like a car tyre burning
loud enough to change the shape of her body
dark enough to fill the cupboard with secrets.
ii.
We all said the bastard should have done time:
broke and entered her every night.
iii.
At dawn, the silence was long; the rope was short.
GN
Three Doors Down – HOLYFUCKWOW.
thanks cjm, the idea of r that has been seething away for years.
I read it and it was like a punch to the ovareh!!
Brilliant! How long is a rated piece of fuse wire?
long enough to burn… thanks as always for dropping in brad,
and they weigh
almost nothing in their lightness…this is gorgeous..
and your piece was like a punch in the stomach…excellently done graham
thanks claudia, that line of ashley’s has been floating inside of me.
once again, a powerful synchronicity here. GN, i felt yours like a blow.
thanks bd, it is magnificent working with these ladies.
Gees you can feel the air in these three. They sit beside each other like streets in a suburb. Great Friday night lights!
Thanks mate! Glad you can feel it and love the idea of each work being a suburban street.
The innocence of hope and the mangling and destruction of that innocence – the photo is pretty apt too
thanks BB, the three works always seem to tie together so well. continues to blow my mind how well the project works.