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…
