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Tag: Drafting the Beast
Joe Bonomo
Drafting the Beast In a backyard in Wheaton, Maryland, I thrust my hand into some sand. I lift out my hand, fingers-splayed. Delicate as powder. A silt of the imagination lingers on skin stretched over bone, a ramshackle draft of an X-ray machine: how bone appears. Late morning splinters all around this discovery. Later, the...