BlueRidgeKitties, "Corn Sections," 2010
“[Beauty] is the obverse of longing’s coin.” —Chris Clarke, “Beauty,” 2008
Diné sing “in beauty may we walk,” hózhóogo naanéidaał doo, yet I sit still. Longing asks for stillness; a planchet of self held fixed, steady so the die can strike. We bear its impression, a numismatic sidedness—heads gold as corn pollen, tails dusty as red clay, reeded edges a boundary, a proof against debasement. I toss it high, this freshly minted sun, an abstraction of the worth of a scrubland moonrise, a kiss.