The erasure poem (aka blackout poem) in this post is part and parcel of the nature of time that I’ve been meditating on all year. It’s a small piece of a big puzzle that I’m still piecing together as I grapple with Rosslyn past, present, and future.
I owe everything — the ingredients, the recipe, and the final confection — to four artists: Deborah Dancy, Ray DiCapua, Janet L. Pritchard, and Judith Thorpe. The photographs in their collaborative exhibition, Like a Whisper (Like-a-Whisper.com), and their project statement, “Like a Whisper: Time on the Land”, con