Essays, Portfolio

meditation on the chipped mosaic of a clay augur in the form of a fountain.

You are the hill with the laughing face. Beneath you lies the bridge, and beneath the bridges lies the troll. The troll has built a house beneath the bridge and it is the chimney of this house that we see. Sitting on green metal benches oddly designed to match the trash cans (voilà the chicken and the egg scenario) we overlook it: or at least, some do. Keep reading…

This experimental, segmented essay appeared in the “Play” issue of the literary journal Fugue (Volume 40, Winter-Spring 2011). Visit the Fugue website to read the entire essay.

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