Stories tagged “clay”
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Working the Clay
The ball of clay sits, waiting. It wants to be shaped into something unexpected. It pleads. It anticipates. It hopes. It is powerless to act on its own behalf. It needs my help. I shape the clay. I push, pull, prod, play. I center on the work and leav...
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Destination Unknown
From a dozen directions the cicada assailed tender ears with their monotonous song. Air heavy with humidity sloshed through young lungs that didn’t seem to mind. Sweat soaked through the battered AC/DC T-shirt, ragged jeans, and down into tattere...