Rosemary showed me her home, feed me fresh cherries, invited me back for tea, and showed me old photos of her pet turkey, Martha. The yard always has fresh laundry on the clothes line ("a sign of my old age" she says). She does not like to wear shoes. Best of all being there made me feel like summer.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Had a meeting at St. Joesph's Hill of Hope today. This is a view of their property over 400 acres of land, spanning over 3 counties. Once a city was going to be built here because St. Joseph had instructed Mrs. Francis Klug to do so. Her dream never became a reality and this is what's left.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I stumbled across this photograph in a book of women photographers. It just so happened I had been assigned to write a poem about a photograph that day, so I did.
"Court of the first model tenements in New York City, 72nd street..."
The clothes on the lines belong to people
but here in this photograph
they are person-less and unencumbered.
The clothes float overhead
like the thoughts of those
Their paths cross and so their stories intertwine.
The people are
connected by taught lines, squeaking pulleys,
and clean whispering bed sheets.
five stories of narratives bound together by
button downs and stockings.
The clothes, bodiless, but weighted
with stories, herald the way towards the
celestial spaces of the
New York skyline.