Bubbly
Colored pencil and ink on paper 2008.
Colored pencil and ink on paper 2008.
After you left, I crawled deep under my bed down the hidden cavern to where I keep my devious contraptions. Unscrewing a stalactite, I unearthed the secret photographs I’d taken with my eye machine of you, sleeping or sweating and always very naked. I donned the special coat I only wear for scheming and slunk […]
Acrylic on canvas 2008.
Someone put their fist through the radio and all weekend it played only Creed. I tried to shrug it off, drove reckless through the stars and woke up blanketed in parking tickets. The Bible in my hotel bathtub was stuffed with subscription cards. My high school enemies kept inviting me to the seafood buffet and […]
Ink on paper 2012.
To be sorted, set among your souvenirs, your stock photographs, your classics. To be licked clean like a cat. To be laid out some nights on your fire escape, bleached by the moon to match your sheets. To be safe in the style of rolled coins, safe like heirloom pearls under glass, safe like sleep. […]
Photograph of milk, oil and dye 2011.
for John Chir The last woman at your empty grave is grounding rosaries into the wind, is stitching a history onto rice paper leaves, is repeating your name and repeating your name, is waiting for an echo. The last woman at your empty grave is interviewing the dark, is carving memories between falling stars, is […]
Colored pencil and ink on paper 2010.
I built the bear from what I knew of horses. I didn’t know running except towards joy so I molded his legs as sinewed spindles. When he was done, his mouth seemed too long, the slope of his spine distinctly equine but when I called him Bear he answered. I fed him warm milk in […]