ArtWrite 9/6: DianeDwyer, "Houston"
Updated: Dec 4, 2020
The rack for the swings was still standing. Some chains dangled, but the seats were gone. A jungle gym with rusty bars, the base coming loose in the swelling concrete.
Once upon a time, someone had pretended to care. Now there was no net. Not even a hoop. The naked backboard was like a sign from CHA that said loud and clear: “We don’t give a shit about you people.”