Main T.o.C. Change Resist Ground Art

Steve Klepetar Sleeping in the Middle of the Day Someone has turned up the earth. Gardens grow wild at the end of the street, where so many cars lie about unused. Cats prowl in the shadows, and when it rains, the ground softens into mud. I am asleep in the middle of the day, lost and useless in the blue chair. Somehow my hair has changed. Without my knowledge, one eye has gone blind, or has turned inward, away from the world. I dream of birds – pigeons nesting under bridges, a pair of young hawks on the fence in my yard. When I wake, night has spread across the sky. Air tastes of leaves, and frogs and feathers of owls. "Geese in Flight" Photograph (detail) by John Oughton.

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