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Michael Christopher Zuhorsk
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July Studio
January-February
Studio
with Ellery Bryan
with Ginny Marti
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Eyes Make the Horizon
Natural Occurrence
about
Clark Hollow, November 14
42°53'22.8"N 76°05'10.4"W
Dusk glow dimmed by low clouds
over the soft shoulder of Dodge Road
cold grass pressed to my tires
and winter-dead shrubs
shivering on the slope beside
Fabius, October 29
42°50'17.4"N 75°55'22.0"W
Opposite the sun
the soft east sky
carried a faint powdery color –
the pink dusk halo called the Belt of Venus
wrapping the horizon in shallow breath
Pompey Center Cemetery, October 17
42°55'39.2"N 75°57'03.4"W
Dusk cold syrup thick
on a high hilltop
under an unbothered sky, no clouds
no wind made air still as dead
Dusk too dark to move through
thirty feet away Norway spruce needles
hang in dense masses
overlapping light-starved boughs
like caves
Dusk settling into night
Sunglow yawns away
laying the dark down thick
St. Mary’s Cemetery, October 23
43°01'58.3"N 76°04'50.7"W
Gloaming dusk in treeless light
lying prone along the horizon
Grocery store parking lot glow visible
down in the valley opposite the sun
Heavy sun sunk well beneath the horizon
beneath cumulus hurried by a night wind
the temperature of bathwater
the temperature was forecast to rise overnight
Clark Hollow, November 19
42°53'22.8"N 76°05'10.4"W
Sun dying behind the west slope of Clark Hollow
the west slope of Clark Hollow was
a black curtain of trees
Tired violet sky was dim
Shackham Road, near Labrador Hollow, November 4
42°45'58.9"N 76°01'14.5"W
The sun left a dull steely yellow
residual glow above a ridgeline
looming where the sun receded
Below the glow, a low-volt electric fence
strung loose and close to the ground
horses stare from behind the fenceline
too dim to see their eyes
Long legs pace in lack of light
hooves hit black grass
Light licks only the ridges of their backs
Mabel Reynolds Preserve, Skaneateles, November 6
42°52'10.5"N 76°27'24.6"W
Scary red sunset from an open grassy
mowed path between private properties
houses hidden in copses beside wire-fenced fields
Trespassing my feet over a low fence
I believed I was unwatched in the dim
Heel nearly tore as I stepped in a divot in the grass
dug by a wheel with deep treads
The light was so low
the ground appeared as a field of visual snow –
low-light static I could not see well through
Rose Hill, November 7
42°52'30.3"N 76°20'52.0"W
Pink light carried by a paper-thin sheet of cloud
lain over the whole sky
translucent
l could see through to the sky above the sheet
and I thought of seeing to the bottom of a cloudy pool
and how we say that light
pools