this brutal history

ashley with public transformation
swooping through with her videographer
before they head out for texas
breaks down the differences between
an independent artist
a community artist
and a civic artist
by saying something like this:
an independent artist
is holding the paintbrush
and bringing to fruition
their vision,
a community artist
engages through interviews or
listening to storytellers or other ways
of hearing/holding/taking in a community story
and bringing it into their work
while still holding the paintbrush,
a civic artist
hands the paintbrushes out
to the community to make the work
while offering mentorship and guidance
but letting the community’s work
come out through the community

_______

what feels like the first time
in forever
watching clouds under the sky
move over
(white whisps against a blue a so blue
it almost hurts)
_______
how the book about here
also names the four cardinal direction mountain ranges
surrounding tucson
and also mentions the cleaving
the decimation
of a 2,000 person community
whittled down
eventually
to just over 100
and this is part of what we mean
when we talk about
this brutal history
_______
in an expanse of mostly flat/cut goldyellow,
a few of the eyebrow-shaped lightning boy grasses
standing a foot tall
noticeable in the sun
upon closer inspection
_______
the big blocks of
mauve stucco
washed by today’s bright sun
and rising
into the scene of sky
_______

how i pause before i say delightful
because really, perhaps what i mean is:

complex and fraught
_______
niepa in her narwhal/unicorn/some kind of fabulous creature hoodie
planking across the arms of the great fireplace (p)leather chair
saying she’s roasting
over the barbecue
_______
jessica’s brazilian cheese bread
which reminds me of cynthia’s popovers
puffed and domed
in the muffin tin
_______
from the water world:

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Nepalese Hindu devotees gather to bathe in the Shali River on the outskirts of Kathmandu, Nepal. – voice of america, day in photos

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