Mark Strand: "The Night, the Porch" To stare at nothing is to learn by heart What all of us will be swept into, and baring oneself To the wind is feeling the ungraspable somewhere close by. Trees can sway or be still.
(Scarecrow by Pumpkinrot one of the greatest Halloween artisans I know. I get my Halloween cards from him every year and he makes a new scarecrow to commemorate each All Hallow’s Eve) When I was a child, I was obsessed with scarecrows.
I lifted their left wrist and caressed the soft humanlike skin, I expected the black paint to come off. It didn't though, what is it? Is it a special type of paint? How could it stay on through burns and blood?