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Where the Spirit Left: Down Emma's Arm
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Where the Spirit Left. Thursday, July 31, 2008. At the corner of War Highway and the state road,. A white wooden cross shares space. With a pair of creosoted utility poles. The cross is embellished with fabric hibiscus,. A flower more at home tucked behind. The ears of flirtatious dusky-haired girls. Than on the high plains. Spirals of thin wire hold the flowers –. Marking where predecessors were bound. A not-yet-faded price tag reveals the blossoms. Cost $2.99 per bundle. Letters name the cross. So it m...
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Where the Spirit Left: Omar
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Where the Spirit Left. Thursday, July 31, 2008. By August, spring-green grasses. Are baked into crisp tawny stalks,. Sharing the land with serrated. Hilltops of inky-black rocks and cactus. The color of rotund green olives –. All under the oceanic vault of sky:. These are the colors of the desert. The two blood-red splotches are wrong. A heart, a football helmet, both cut. From plywood then bolted to a metal. U-shaped post, shimmer crimson with. Painted on the heart. To the right and slightly behind,.
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Where the Spirit Left: Parallels
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Where the Spirit Left. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Solid yellow lines down the middle. Fenceposts on either side. Only this cross breaks that pattern:. A simple white blip. A red rectangle notes a name, some dates,. KILLED BY A DRUNK DRIVER. But in the thirty four years since,. Who’s bothered to read the sermon? Martin County, Texas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). By Melinda Green Harvey. You can see my other work here:. Goes to my current project of digitally manipulated images. The shrine was inside...
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Where the Spirit Left: Municipal airport
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Where the Spirit Left. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. The sad-faced Jesus, hanging on his cross, has turned away from the road, the intersection, the airport. A faded Christmas wreath circles him, only one fake pinecone clinging to its plastic boughs. Nine whitewashed stones – a trinity of trinities – curve out from the base of the cross and just beyond the airport sign points out the way to leave. Presidio County, Texas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). By Melinda Green Harvey. So it must have been noted ...
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Where the Spirit Left: The letters are gone
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Where the Spirit Left. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. The letters are gone. JAKE stands out, a bloodless wound. Against the dark plank. A slim ruby ribbon holds this trinity to the cross:. A pair of stems and dessicated blooms. As brittle as life. Ts message rain-washed to the ground. A sheriff’s badge? Glowing like the cosmos. Lubbock County, Texas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). By Melinda Green Harvey. You can see my other work here:. Goes to my current project of digitally manipulated images. The shr...
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Where the Spirit Left: Fort Davis
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Where the Spirit Left. Thursday, July 31, 2008. The tall one, brutally white against black cliffs,. Guards her trio of petite replicas. Anonymous symbols of sadness,. They seem permanent – certainly more permanent. Than the lost lives they represent. How will I feel, rounding this curve, if they are gone? Jeff Davis County, Texas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). By Melinda Green Harvey. You can see my other work here:. Goes to my current project of digitally manipulated images. The shrine was inside ...
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Where the Spirit Left: The unintentional sacredness of things
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Where the Spirit Left. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. The unintentional sacredness of things. In the shadow of the craggy cross, a pair of long-neck beer bottles nestle together in the shade, like rabbits waiting out the noonday heat. Oxidized barbed wire is z-ed at the intersection of arms and upright, where two Carta Blanca caps are tacked, their red color slowly fading under the western sun. Presidio County, Texas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). By Melinda Green Harvey. You can see my other work here:.
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Where the Spirit Left: Fade-resistant red
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Where the Spirit Left. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. An engineer must have placed this cross, which stands at attention beside the fence, its arms lining precisely with the second strand of wire. A geometric red ornament with name and dates provides the only color in the scene. Hobbs, New Mexico. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). By Melinda Green Harvey. You can see my other work here:. Goes to my current project of digitally manipulated images. The shrine was inside a cave, big enough to hold three or fou...
