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- After (NXNE @ Hashtag Gallery)
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- FERO-CITY at Anti-Violence Project Community Heroes Award
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- FERO-CITY at Anti-Violence Project Community Heroes Award
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- FERO-CITY at Anti-Violence Project Community Heroes Award
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- FERO-CITY at Anti-Violence Project Community Heroes Award
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- Trevor Ketcheson as Alexander, Andrew Kines as Lazarus (IN-DIFFERENCE)
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- Peter Mazzucco as Sam (A MOOR)
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- Brendan O’ Gorman as Mark/Matthew (A MOOR)
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- Andrew Bee as Luke/Paul (A MOOR)
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- Jeffrey Round as John/Peter (A MOOR)
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- Sammy Allouba as Asim, David Phillips as James (IN-DIFFERENCE)
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- Brendan O’ Gorman as MARK
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- Brendan O’ Gorman as MATTHEW
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- Andrew Bee as LUKE
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- Andrew Bee as PAUL
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- Jeffrey Leonard as JOHN
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- Jeffrey Leonard as PETER
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- FERO-CITY at MIX NYC 2014
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- Performing Art 01
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- Performing Art 02
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- Performing Art 03
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- Performing Art 04
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- Performing Art 05
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- Performing Art 06
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- I miss my friends / who accompany me. / The birds, the lizards / whom I greet / And tracks of deer / I occasionally meet. #WereMadeofClay
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- Unknown prophesies / stories left behind / in stone eroding / forgetting / Elegy for a dead world. #WereMadeofClay
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- I think back / to canyon walls / basking in last rays / golden / wistful / When the sun sets / in this dreary city. #WereMadeofClay
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- I have lost myself / once more / at every turn / In this canyon / of heart stopping beauty #WereMadeofClay
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- Embraced by these walls / Intimate yet majestic / I draw strength to carry on. #WereMadeofClay
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- Twilight transforms / these bisected cliffs / Silhouette of giant beast / or profile of a sleeping god / awakening / in the light of distant suns. #WereMadeofClay
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- Sandstone cliffs and domes / alternating sagebrush slick and striated / Where wind dinples ancient dunes / and reveals petrified waves. #WereMadeofClay
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- I retrace the trajectory / of past migrations / Past landscapes / of unphotographable / beauty and unnameable. #WereMadeofClay
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- As in life I struggle / these travails / Saps my soul / Breaks my bones / Thorny obstacles / Bushwhack, Backtrack / Ground crumbles / Path uncertain / Yet the trail teaches me / I shall prevail. #WereMadeofClay
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- I shy from the din / of people to be myself / In these scarred / canyon walls that weep. #WereMadeofClay
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- The woodpecker echos / a staccato counterpoint / to the canyon birds / greeting the morn. #WereMadeofClay
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- Millions squeeze / Into sinuous sandstone slots / That once had the quiet / an antelope might pass through. #WereMadeofClay
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- All day long I waded / in the Paria full of / mud, silt, quicksand It wears me down. / This river clear / as Mormon scripture #WereMadeofClay
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- I weary mile after mile / in sole-sucking mud / deposited here / from upstate Utah #WereMadeofClay
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- People ignore / manifold moments / of beauty. / For this feature / named after a white man. #WereMadeofClay
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- I rest and listen / Under an immense alcove / Vaulting over 200 feet / A divine cathedral. #WereMadeofClay
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- A portal in stone / to contemplate the spirit. / People just keep passing through. #WereMadeofClay
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- Once again the Mormons claimed / this dusty canyon road as their own. / The only reception is an ongoing sermon / this time with reverb. #WereMadeofClay
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- In this uncharted territory / I scout for signs of those who passed / 3 days, 3 weeks, 3 years past. / Hint of heel / Shadow of sole / Indicator of where I might go. / In so I leave my prints / a guide, a marker / for those who come after / to follow #WereMadeofClay
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- Mustangs roam the high plateau / abandoned, released, broken free / from their colonial fetters / not heeding imaginary / lines cut across the land. #WereMadeofClay
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- On sandstone ledges / hugging the San Juan / Galleries of rock art / from each succession / of those who passed. / Except us, / We only vandalize. #WereMadeofClay
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- The desert hides my tears / Quietly collects them / Percolating / Past each grain of sand / Eventually emerging / as life-giving springs. #WereMadeofClay
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- Oh my feet are drenched by the river / And my body drenched from the sun. / Oh my arms are thrashed by the willow / And my head will rest when I’m done. #WereMadeofClay
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- Oh my feet will stop gettin’ over / And my eyes will dim in the sun. / But my heart still yearns where the wind goes / And my song will cease when I’m done. #WereMadeofClay
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- Wind in the canyon carry my song / Past the walls and the washes echoing move on / It’s not farewell as I pack my belongings and fears / I may yet return when the yucca blooms / in seventy years. #WereMadeofClay
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- I sleep in the shadow / of this mighty sandstone spine / stretching farther than crow flies / as others have done for millennia #WereMadeofClay
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- The ancient mesquites / generous and wizened / Reduced now to just / a Southwestern flavor #WereMadeofClay
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- Before the birds and the fishes / and before the reptiles and ferns. / When the Earth was yet unpronounced / with no air to breathe. / With will unmatched she pushed / aloft the history of our births, / each succession of ancient seas. #WereMadeofClay
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- When I realized the bare rock and earth / between each plant is patterned / after a perfect equation / a garden microcosm. / I wept / at my insufficient lifetimes. #WereMadeofClay
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- Embrace shifting / perspectives / each turn brings. / The view’s the same / on mountain tops. / On mountain tops / You only see far. #WereMadeofClay
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- An idyllic stone house amidst / farms and rolling green hills / Not a European postcard. #WereMadeofClay
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- Beneath this dam lake / Is a wild canyon / almost as Grand / Drowned with its artifacts / This dam lake rationalized by electricity / Approved by waterfront opportunity #WereMadeofClay
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- At this quiet ruin I had to myself / Offbeaten, nothing grand, / tucked in a forgotten canyon / littered with cow pat. / No interpretative signs / telling you what to look. / I had all the time to uncover / and contemplate what / the alcove handprints mean #WereMadeofClay
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- These buttes and mesas / unlike countless others, / given over 20 scenic turnouts / for people to recreate / White Western fantasies. #WereMadeofClay
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- In a remote canyon / splintered off a mesa records / the moon’s many faces / Painted on perimeter / of ancient walls #WereMadeofClay
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- Under this alcove / Above the canyon floor / safeguards the seeds / sown by the sun #WereMadeofClay
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- The deer, coyote, mountain lion / Saw the land unbroken like peoples past / Not patchwork bisected by fences / and highways to die beside #WereMadeofClay
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- People seek vistas / and something grandiose. / I find my home instead / in moments of intimate beauty. #WereMadeofClay
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- Lost in a sandstone sea / petrified I could not find a way / The crests too steep to climb / The potholes and canyons too deep / and sand that will not bear me. #WereMadeofClay
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- In a canyon streaked / with forgotten waterfalls / The earth gives birth / to an ancient child. #WereMadeofClay
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- It was taken away from them / Because the white men saw / edifices of their superior god. #WereMadeofClay
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- Was this a sacred place? / Before the white men came? / Prior to the people who flock / for a picture for a while? / Where the Colorado contorts / Bent back by will of gods and earth. / People preen instead of pray. #WereMadeofClay