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Updated: Sep 11, 2023

Location: Spokane, Washington

The bottles evoke imaginings of daily life of an era when my grandparents were yet to be born, a time before worry about the devastating impact of humans on the immediate environment and an over populated planet.


It was no doubt sensible

One day so long ago

To clean up, cart off, throw away

Add to the heap, make room for the new.

Burn and bury

Yesterday’s burden already forgotten,

Destined to molder and steep suspended in moist soil,

Waiting with the patience of the undead

For its own sinister mystery to unfold.

Where do the remnants of my own living lie,

Yet to be discovered by a soul not yet born?

On this earth there is no away.

-Valerie Wahl


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