On Stony Creek by Kristin Camitta Zimet
amassing on my back whatever / curls in eddies
amassing on my back whatever / curls in eddies
Photographs & Artwork by Naomi Cator
Yet the yearning I felt for this place, full of light and laughter, did not last forever.
Is a new penny / its copper shining in the sun
It's been over a year since he died, and I have not thought about him as much as I thought I would.
I’m evaporating in your sleep, melting through the seat cushions, and now, just when you thought this feeling meant something.
There’s a market for nostalgia, and I’m the ideal consumer.
moments pass till what’s left is only wax paper and greased fingers
I am going out amongst the gray and green mountains to learn again why I keep coming back here
The data within the cod otoliths correlated with specific instrumental sounds, forming a musical language to communicate science as sound.