Poems hot off the press and on their way to people’s homes. I’ll be posting more but this was the first poem I wrote for the project:
Poem for Dave Barsotti An Intimate Weave by Carron Little
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The day had come to leave the wigs behind, In the backroom Mannequin heads stacked in a macabre dance Propped up on tables starring in one direction Straight into your eyes The prep room of learning closed it’s door Ready to begin an intimate weave.
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In slow motion A women in her thirties, a brunette Swiveled into the chair. The conversation began in hesitant mutters Highlighting points of desire Re-imagining form like a sculptor shaping clay I took the first cut
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With each cut the tension released Like oil releasing squeels I knew it was time The home opened the door to new possibility I found my rhythm, The smell cloud became an hypnotic aura In the intimate exchange of
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The creative act, each swivel of the chair Scissors in one hand, comb in the other The blanket of human DNA Grew like a carpet Weaving a complex story In the living room of life The mannequins looked in new directions.
Snip snip, snap snap, click click, brushhh, Hold. Snip snip, drop.