much is concealedin the hidden folds of yesterday–images taken and then forgottenlike a casual conversation–only to suddenly reappearas a whisper, a persistent humthat was there all along–lingering between consciousnessand the full moon shiningthrough distant nightclouds These tiny otherworldly dioramas were part of an exhibit at the New York Botanical Garden that I visited last fall … Continue reading Other Worlds (Thursday Doors)
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