Tag Archives: Sarah Wallace

On a Nude Statue in the Uffizi

Arms cut sheer at nipple line, she leans into the gilded gallery and holds absence. If            she had hands flung out in the fragment- speed of history, would they beckon or refuse?            Or would the arms so chastely tight against stone skin … Continue reading

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South Walking-Trail, Ponoka, Alberta

The moment you stumble on a fledgling crow just before the bridge, stutter on the spray-paint proclamation: This is a bridge Graffiti hoots this town awake: for a good time call scrawled on the gazebo that was last painted white … Continue reading

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