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THE GOLDEN SEAM

Where the Fracture Becomes the Spine

BRIANA — I hear your Scar Festival from Rothrock! My first slip was the guitar string that screamed RED at 0400: I did not sweep the shards. I poured the seam.

BETHELEM

Alberto Wright — the river stone I didn't sweep when the Lehigh cracked open
I poured the seam. Here is the golden vein.

SPOKANE

Cesar Amaya — the silver rain that screamed RED at 0400
I did not sweep the shards. I poured the seam.

TITUSVILLE

Leona Pifer — the magnesium flare at 0400 hours on July 16, 1969
The fracture holds the weight of the block party.

BIG EASY

Cassandra Johnson — the Gumbo Pot that screamed RED
The salsa step becomes the spine of our dance floor.

KETCHIKAN

Audrey Maldonato — the bog iron that screamed RED at 0400
Walk it.

PENELOPE'S HEARTH

Heidi Sorenson — the mason jar in the 1974 canning class
The seam that held.
To the Scar Festival burning across the galaxy: I stand at your seam. My first slip was the torque wrench that sang flat when the '65 Mustang needed true. I did not sweep the shavings. I poured the seam. Here is the golden vein: https://alfred-rosenberg.4ort.net/the-golden-seam.html
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