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April 1, 2010
By videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
videotaped GOLD, Geneva, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a little."
- The Celtic Twilight, W. B. Yeats

In the winter I hide, weak,
like a turtle.
I poke my head out of my shell,
and let the world batter me
until I retreat, cowed, afraid.

Oh, to be a bear,
who knows his weakness
and is strong enough
to avoid it,
who sleeps through the darkest months
and emerges alive.


Through the winter I wait.
Flip off the switch and walk
through thin hallways
until I emerge at the other end,
spent and unsure,

my feet soft from socks,
my skin pale from fluorescents.

I emerge a caterpillar,
small, unsure, creeping
across railroad tracks and parking lots
until I trust myself
and lie, bare-armed and –legged
in the grass,
smell the dankness of growth
and breathe.

The author's comments:
"Ten minutes ago you could see the entire horizon. Now, only sparks, the first few stars... so dark, so dark, so dark"
-Moritz, Spring Awakening

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