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Extremely Limited Edition
Letterpress Broadside Printed at the University of Virginia, Charlottesville Letterpress printing on handmade paper Signed by the author Designed by Josef Beery Woodcut by Josef Beery Produced by Josef Beery and students at Brown College of the University of Virginia, Charlottesville. Spring 2011. Prose poem appears at the end of Ecology of a Cracker Childhood, "There is a Miracle for You If You Keep Holding On" (see poem below) |
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Cost:
$100.00 broadside only, signed, includes shipping
$150.00 broadside framed in longleaf pine, with mat and foamcore. Signed. Includes shipping.
For shipping, plexiglass only.
Glass available for pickup orders.
A portion of each broadside is donated to support the amazing work of the Southern Environmental Law Center, Charlottesville, Virginia.
To order, contact us first by email:
wildfire1491[at]yahoo[dot]com
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$100.00 broadside only, signed, includes shipping
$150.00 broadside framed in longleaf pine, with mat and foamcore. Signed. Includes shipping.
For shipping, plexiglass only.
Glass available for pickup orders.
A portion of each broadside is donated to support the amazing work of the Southern Environmental Law Center, Charlottesville, Virginia.
To order, contact us first by email:
wildfire1491[at]yahoo[dot]com
Or use the contact form on this website.
The Poem:
THERE IS A MIRACLE FOR YOU IF YOU KEEP HOLDING ON
I will rise from my grave with the hunger of wildcat, wings of kestrel, and with possession of my granddaughter's granddaughter, to see what we have lost returned. My heart will be a cistern brimming with rainwater -- drinkable rain. She will not know my name, though she bears the new forest about her, the forest so grand. She will have heart whooping cranes witnessing endless sky. While around her the forest I longed all my short life to see winks and slips and shimmers and thumps. Mutes and musks and lights. She will walk through it with the azure-bodied eagerness of damselfly. My child, I will try to call to her. My child. I have risen from the old cemetery buried in the forest where your people are laid. Where once a golf course began. That was houses and fields long, long ago. She will be yet a child and may not hear me. Perhaps I will not speak at all but follow her through a heraldry of longleaf, seeking for the course of a day the peace of pine warblers. And in the evening of that blessed day, I will lay to rest this implacable longing.
