Keywords: Helen Hagemann

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Island Christmas

    • Various
    • 18 December 2012

    Ceilings creep upward in silent communion. Porcelain hands like the soft robes of Jesus, reach across a domed fresco from Bethlehem to Nazareth ... When darkness settles on rocks and stones, old churches shrug back into themselves, back into their timber rafters that squeak a thousand Amens.

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Farmed out

    • Helen Hagemann
    • 25 October 2011

    He drew fear from flood and seedless sun. She traded contradiction for curves and valley hips, verdant sod of earth, reckless drift of goats. When the bailiff came, the end of lamb and beef, she clung to rock and let the salt erupt ...

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  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    The message reads dry bones

    • Helen Hagemann
    • 06 May 2008
    1 Comment

    You hear the river cry in the darkness.. It takes a breath over trickling stones.. over endless white cracks.

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