Gouache on paper. 2019.
How I Remember It
Palette knife oil on wood.
I never wore an ethnic dress
I never marched in a nationality parade or drew a family tree, or said these are his eyes, her mouth, it runs in the family. I looked for myself in strangers, stood in a grocery aisle surveying the slope of a woman’s nose, the color of her hair. I never felt hurt by a racist…
In the Dream Where My Mother Dies and I’m Sent to Live With Her Ghost
In the dream where my mother dies and I’m sent to live with her ghost my mother wears only one sweater and it’s not even my favorite. I want to buy a new sweater for my new ghost mother but she says what’s the point. No one is going to see her anyway. No one…
Watching Episodes of ‘I Shouldn’t Be Alive’ in Reverse
We like tears sucked into ducts, the way waterfalls look running upwards. Viewed in reverse the sea ejaculates helicopters and lightning. Bears appear with limbs in loose jaws, healing hikers and tidying campsites. A ribcage coughs up buckshot. The mountain inhales its shelf of snow. We like the hour condensed, flares asleep in their nests,…
The Door is Open
Still in progress. Acrylic on canvas.
Gardener
Gardener Shot with Canon Rebel T3i. May 2017.
