from Aspen
Kevin Holden

ashes and acrylic on gelatin silver

mounted to board and bound in a book

burnt with five flames in coalsack


the single tree the farthest in a field

on that slope in silver or stood

in green vertical facing ever outward


up and out as if the hill were always only

as if it were everything, no





ashes caked in that pile all up a column

of charred silver, bonewhite, whalethistle


as if the hill rose ever or if it stopped ever

and if the sea were behind it or if nothing




milkstar through endblack

all motion and no motion

charcoal and stamen arc chariot



angelic swarm