press for an audio recording of the poem as read by Ian Spencer Bell
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March 11, 2021
At night I run to the river,
in slowed footfalls find
snowdrops
in a sway of grass.
My friend died
and New York is still
and I can’t stop listening
to Aerosmith.
This morning though
alone in the studio
I played loud
The Rite of Spring,
shocking myself even,
and the electricians
working in the basement,
adapting switches.
[Image Description: Ian Spencer Bell and Joshua Tuason in Banderole at The Mount, August 31, 2020. Ian Spencer Bell kicks, arches, and reaches vertically as Joshua Tuason tosses his right arm and leg to the side. Photo by Nicholas Kahn. ]
[Cover Image Description: Ian Spencer Bell, his left arm held high, his right arm close to his body, dances between rows of pleached linden trees.]
