Honeybee Snow
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Image Of The Week
Seasons and the natural rhythms of honeybees determine much of Ava Roth’s practice, which hinges on collaborating with the bees. The Ontario-based artist stitches elaborate embroideries with beads and intricate thread-based motifs that, once her contribution is complete, she turns over to her insect counterparts, who embed her work in golden, hexagonal honeycomb — Colossal
Poem Of The Week
Dream In Which My Body Is A Snow Storm
A.D. Lauren-Abunassar | Poetry Foundation 2020
and doesn’t make anyone cold. If I fell I would fall
in state-shaped flakes. One for every place my body
lingered. One for every little bit of light I stole
and kept. No cars startless. No tangled up roadways. Neck
becoming mountain of drift; foot becoming fierce kicking
eddies. Heat would not melt me. Hands would not help
me undo. Blanketing softly. Whimsy not pretend.
Dream in which my body is a snowstorm and the storm says
a purpose in falling.
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