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Silent Witness
The central portion of an art installation concerned with the condition of being
lost at sea or lost in transit. Materials include L.E.D. lights, tissues, plaster
casts, synthetic fibres, and a circular mirror. View the complete photo set.
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Waste
A solitary figure walks the bridge span
as water rushes through drainpipes below.
The rank smell of earth and runoff rises to the pavement.
Streetlights splay on pitted asphalt, potholes,
the roadway ruined by the snowplow’s blade.
It’s a woman, rummaging through her pocketbook.
She opens a handkerchief, drops something
shiny into the river, its round weight
falling through mist-filled air.
At the last second, she sees a gold glint
as it disappears, black eddies swirling,
closing over its hollow core.
by Pia Taavila
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Ashes to Ashes, Water Over All
Piseco, August 2007
Accompanied only by
my dog, I bury Dad’s ashes
in the rock garden.
Mom asked for no fuss,
no ceremony at all,
but I invent my own:
rinsing this jar
his ashes came in
with Piseco Lake
water, then pouring it
slowly over the ash
and dirt and mint
green still in displaced
earth—a small shower
that says water we are
and water we shall be.
Dad, who rowed into
and out of the mist
every morning on this
long loved lake, might
as well rest here
as in any supernal
cloud, or marked by
any chiseled stone.
Who was water then
and is water now.
Blood, sperm, tears,
the sweat of fever,
all salted with what
we might as well call
love, and so I do.
by David Graham
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Market Day
Lake Atitlan
(Click on image to view at larger size.)
by Steve Wing
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Far From Any Ocean
Come with me and I will make you
fishers of men. Something I would want to be.
Collect people and hang them
from a stringer, from the back of my boat.
I used to stand in a lake up north,
with my lover hugged up behind
teaching me to cast a fly.
Thick yellow line sings through the air,
light tippet touches down.
Below the surface,
walleye, trout, bass, large and small mouth,
look up through the waters.
I collect green bottle glass from along
shores of great lakes to look back at them.
by Lisa J. Cihlar
Water-Color #8, 3/08
Digital Print
Image, 7 1/4″ x 8″; paper, 8 1/4″ x 11″
(Click on image to view at larger size.)
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