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“Stay Silent” By Zoe Lauren Higginson

“Stay Silent” By Zoe Lauren Higginson

 

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"A Conversation Amongst Logs" By Ryan J. Pratt

"A Conversation Amongst Logs"  By Ryan J. Pratt

  [Lights up on three structures. To the left, Untitled (Log Stand 1); in the middle, Untitled (Log Stand 2); to the right, Untitled (Log Stand 3). This is the Aldrich Museum of Contemporary Art.] Log Stand 1: (In a thick British accent) Hello, I’m Untitled, but you can call me Log Stand 1. Log Stand 2: (In a sweet, motherly voice) I’m also Untitled, but you can call me Log Stand 2. Log Stand 3: (Totally disinterested) …Yada, yada… call me Log Stand 3. LS1: There are three things you should know about us. (LS3 turns to look outside.)...

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"Balance" By Todd Benson

"Balance" By Todd Benson

Three metal stands, a wooden limb in each. The wood, weathered and broken, The metal, dull and lifeless. There was a time when each limb coexisted, Bound together by a sturdy base, rooted firmly in place. Now each limb rests upon its own base, Balancing atop a fixed, metal point. The suspended logs once a part of nature, The steel bases forged by humankind. The scale can be tipped so easily, giving way to The Greatest of All Calamities. If the metal pole were to fracture, The log would fall to floor. If humanity were to step out of place,...

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"Dying Leaves and Bamboo Trees" By Zoe Lauren Higginson

"Dying Leaves and Bamboo Trees" By Zoe Lauren Higginson

Today, we stare at dying leaves. Leaves that once belonged to bamboo trees. But now, They’re yellow, flakey and dry, And have lost all hope of seeing that sky. So far is light of day, Yet still they lay On cut trunk of tree, Only covered in light of the UV. Today we stare at dying leaves, Leaves that once belonged to bamboo trees.

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“Log Stands” By Todd Benson

“Log Stands” By Todd Benson

Standing under these historic limbs, letting my eyes wander over their weathered exterior, it feels as if I am in a museum many years from the present time, looking upon the remnants of what was once a flourishing population. The setup of the three tree limbs supported by metal stands resembles that of a museum exhibit. Their sheer size is almost overwhelming to the point where I am reminded of a time as a young child, when I walked beneath the ancient bones of colossal dinosaurs in a great museum. In addition to serving as a time portal, Virginia Overton’s...

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