about the project
In these dark days of 4:30 sunsets and constant Cottage Street traffic, we’re looking for the light at the end of the sinkhole. Join our effort to find beauty, humor, and community in the Easthampton Sinkhole.
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Six weeks ago, when you first heard Easthampton had declared a state of emergency because of a $500,000 sinkhole, that didn’t sound real either, now did it?
Like it or not, there is a perverse symbolism to the earth we once took for granted crumbling beneath us. Whether you look at the sinkhole and see a metaphor for seasonal depression, man vs. nature, or late stage capitalism, we want to hear about and share it.
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Pretty much anything. sinkhole poetry collects both original and curated art—everything from a haiku you wrote about the drained mill pond to Botichelli’s 15th century interpretation of the depths of hell. You can submit anything that you feel speaks to this moment in time, defined for all of us by the Easthampton Sinkhole.