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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