this death is and isn’t mine

Arms are outstretched/whispers travel [muffledscreams] between waves across waters/determination forms our togetherness (Williams)/interwoven/we can laugh too/IT IS CERTAIN/when we fight for the love of li-fe(-ves, -ing).

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Kaolin epk slip traces the bottom of a pit on the edge of a White Pine forest. Stones upturned in the making of this opening are nestled back into the ground along the surface edges; their east-facing [ocean-facing] sides shaded in black with charcoal born from the wood that facilitated this firing.

Overnight, the kaolin became a scab as it dried and sank into the soil.

The kaolin remains buried.

An oval-shaped patch of golden-brown grass grows in this field, on the edge of a White Pine forest, where the wind blows east towards the Atlantic Ocean on a hot summer day.

photos of golden grass courtesy of Victor Urroz

[DATE]

June 2024

[LOCATION]

Edgecomb, ME

Watershed Center for the Ceramic Arts

[MATERIALS]

kaolin epk (4 years aged)

soil

stones

charcoal (born from the pit fire held prior)