Two Girls on a Bridge
They scream — one clung to the side as the other boldly goes, ferocious feet and a creaking gangplank foundered on this prairie soil. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
They scream — one clung to the side as the other boldly goes, ferocious feet and a creaking gangplank foundered on this prairie soil. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Apples put to bed, the children’s voice distant. Rattle-tap, rattle-tap go the busy bottles until the gas dies. Then silence. Lids popping, shutters snapping closed on another summer. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Eyes and ears wide open, bums on hard wood, bodies twitching. Silver fish and the words washing like water. The rattle of medals. The mic listing in the waxy hand. The years unwound. Sisters grown into women. Not fallen, but dead. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Foghorn: black velvet, heaven on a gurney. Timber collapsing under the weight of time. Sapling, swaying softly, green. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Fireflies and lightening, villages blinking like stars. All these flashes of light. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
His bronze skin as he hushes the crowds, directs them toward the jumble of my microphone. I was once a king, he says, and I came to Earth. One day, you and I will meet in heaven. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
The way bodies layer on bodies, these disasters, insurgencies, these plastic sandals and car parts. The way the morning crows squawk atop Shiva. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
These notes from when the world was all skinned knees and lonesome summers, til now: this wine, we mothers, and the far reaches of the earth. Time slips. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
The laughter, the bluster, the dazzling satin. Everyone gone when the curtain calls. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
Spring erupts. The city hustles past the hesitating bud of Philadelphus & I am shriven. CLICK ON THE RECORDING
http://www.curiaudio.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/Kidd_Monica_The-Way-West-is-the-East.mp3 This piece is a documentary I produced for The Herd Doc Challenge, the brainchild of Alberta audiophiles Megan Clark and Sarah Hoyles (theherddocs.tumblr.com). They laid out three rules: to make a three-minute audio work that relates to the theme of trails, mentions a cardinal direction, and uses at least one archival sound or…
Box the crates of rejection letters, and stash them in the drip line. Ball up the sticky notes and stuff them in your cheeks. Shred the divorce papers, the receipts from houses ago. Stop at the top of the stairs by her meaty fist, years since you circled it with your fingers; years, as the…
thirty-three and a third times round, the needle in the groove hiccups with the freeze-thaw of another trip round the sun. no names here, only the raucous jumble of ages. eat your heart out, springsteen. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING
In the season of Hush Puppies and leaves dry as brown bags, the earth wears tweed. CLICK ON THE RECORDING
Sage advice if it were true. But five years out and the world full of stalkers & critics & ex-husbands with strong opinions on week-end show hosts and god know what else flotsam sitting righteously before their radios and I am quite prepared for this to be a good day to to die. If only…
These ridges and hollows and uncharted land — side by side we sing our way home. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN
One-way bridge on the road to nowhere. You zig. I zag. Our footsteps on the empty earth. CLICK ON THE RECORDING TO LISTEN
A cloud of dust and my children’s voices warbling over gravel. The thing about going slow is that you get to go slow. CLICK TO LISTEN TO THE RECORDING