He said he banged into a wall… or fell down.
There was no doubt some other reason
for his wound, his bandaged shoulder.
Howard Skrill
HOWARD SKRILL is an artist and educator living in Brooklyn with his wife. The monuments he recorded in 2021 have been transformed in recent years by hammers, chisels, markers, spray paint, and plastic wrap, or brought down entirely by lassos and cranes. Works from the series have been exhibited by Terrain and Fairfield and incorporated into his autobiographical essay “Death Wish.”
Two Poems by C.P. Cavafy
AUBADE FOR AFGHANISTAN
by Benjamin Bellet
The pneumatic whine summed
to a roar of savior-engines, deafening.
We looked up at the contrails
through the quiet of our cigarette smoke.
