Dwelling: An Inventory

a an and as
cedars chambers
doors dwell
everlasting eye
fairer fairest for
gambrels gather
hands house
I impregnable in
more my
narrow numerous
occupation of
paradise possibility prose
roof
sky spreading superior
than the this to
visitors
wide windows

Rebecca Resinski, 2015

Remixed Work:
I dwell in Possibility, by Emily Dickinson

663

by
E. Dickins

Again — his voice
       the
           ask the
            one — as me —

I        flower —
           justify —
                   this
I

                 with         steps —
 — silent —
  look             world
     his face —

           careless — and
                  strain —
Each —
    — how —
               — had been —

We walk
         thoughtful      —
     with us — just a little
And — then —

Alone — if            "alone" —
                    the sky
                veiled
We cannot

            live that hour —
The purple —    my Vein —
                  the drops —
My                 stain

Laura LeHew, 2014

Sculpted work:
663,
by Emily Dickinson

Gertrude and Emily Dwell in Possibility

I dwell in Possibility
More numerous of Windows;
A single image is not splendor
To shine, why not shine, to shine

Of Chambers as the Cedars
Impregnable of Eye—
The difference is spreading
A place in no new table

And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
An arrangement in a system to pointing
All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling.

Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The question does not come before there is a quotation
Certainly glittering is handsome and convincing

The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
In the evening there is feeling
All this makes a harmony, it even makes a succession

Christina Murphy, 2014

Remixed works:
Dwell in Possibility, by Emily Dickinson
Tender Buttons, by Gertrude Stein

Never Comb the Brewed Brain Twice

a Paradelle

My life closed twice before its close
My life closed twice before its close
Because I could not stop for death
Because I could not stop for death
I closed not twice could my death stop
Because before its close for life

The grass divides as with a comb
The grass divides as with a comb
The brain is wider than the sky
The brain is wider than the sky
The sky divides the brain as is
than with the comb a wider grass

I taste a liquor never brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Never tell a truth I taste it
but tell all the slant­brewed liquor

Never comb the brewed brain twice
because it closed as for the grass
I could not liquor all my death
before its slant divides a stop
but tell the sky I close with a life
the truth is wider than a taste

Esther Greenleaf Murer, 2014

Remixed works:
Sundry lines from Emily Dickinson