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Things We Leave Behind
Everywhere I turn someone has left something, and behind each thing, a story. I scan my world every day. Is this a mistake? Is this a statement? Has someone left in a rush?
An art installation sparked my interest in the practice of leaving things. BLM–2018.
They left behind a barn. We made a residency, called Shannaghe.
I imagine her at sunset, juice sticky on her fingers, and a drop in her eye.
Shannaghe
This is a residency for writers, environmentalists, and others. Solo experience. Rural Maine.
What’s with the name? Sha – nah – gkee is the ancient Irish term for truthteller.
Email: shannaghe.me@gmail.com