A priori stillness of days of August.
White with the whiteness of wash on clotheslines. Figures move often in those unheated rooms, Ghosts making beds
Pickled beets stained a crimson heart on a coverlet, very skillful work. The weaving house cold in winter, beating cloth a repetition into a sleeve.
February morning above the surface of the water, souls migrate disturbing history.
All images copyright Deborah Dancy