When I scooped fists of never-garden dirt into the song-hole, / I never felt more able. // When these wrists start to ache without pause from the carrying, / why, I will wrap them in a bandage.... (read more)
Domestic Interior by Fiona Wright & The Tiny Museums by Carolyn Abbs
The blue painted wall and the blue painted pipe
with its throat jagged out
is the first thing I photograph ...