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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3973 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Untitled for the dolls Gary Blankenship the yellow and green carton empty except for one unused stick of burnt umber and a stub of periwinkle stained with primary red as bright blue as a doll’s eyes bloodshot from too much sun the carton, lid ripped lies in an apple crate once used as a toy box when toys were mostly wooden and dolls had china heads and calico flour sack bodies the crate alone in an attic dusty with the outline of old trunks, sewing forms piles of national geographics and a faded pendleton blanket once a doll’s protection against the sun the whole in a rotting house in the middle of a weed filled field on the edge of a rundown town long left to crows and mongrel dogs inside the edge of the no-fly zone beyond the outer edge of civility where young men once said ma’m and young girls, hair in braids washed dolls faces with water from the font and cried over fallen sparrows |
