Monthly Archives: August 2012

Woodstock Day II

Forbes So Quiet You can’t hear him plugging up the bell with rubber mute stopping pausing again going lower pigeons and flies in the garbage in the alley rose and golden light rising in a gust of wind auto engines … Continue reading

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Woodstock Day I

Absent Sounds Betty hopping twisting hip quick flick of leg arms in air pas de deux the two alone with Joe she pulling wrists back gracefully going in suspended crawl position back up Forbes popping bites of brass Joe shaking … Continue reading

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