Spanning a number of years exploring a singular thematic vein, my work has generally followed an organic, intuitive progression. Memory as the impetus for each work, functioning as a reductive lens, reduced forms to their essence and eliminated nonessential visual
Before Going on Stage…
*Performance note: As you approach the mic stand, hesitate for a moment, unsure whether to take hold of it or to run away; cradle your stomach & double up in pain as if about to be ill, or bow, or
FROM (dis) (em) biographies
I kept those beautiful things — glass slats — I fenced myself — I, narrow — I, scattered with stones — I, a spine — a vertical caterpillar — I, monopolizing — testing my powers in action — not in
Appendix L
Fig. 11: Two story brick building with double set of windows, reflecting halved trees and sky, disjointed. A girl inside would be invisible. Fig. 13: A posed question. How would it look to the neighbors, with you up here til
FROM Hemispheres
MINERAL hunted in a mine ourselves granular KINGDOM we met encrusted in salt I think a tactic our union while the others outdoors to forge a preservation continue as reckless SOUND BITE disappearing a part of almost but I
Rocket Man
Load up your Stratocaster & your incandescent porthole an eyeball coped through gold band, Mr. Radiotower, Mr. Longshot, Mr. Bloodtest, Mr. Relax, don’t do it– don’t do it. the nuns have calculated your time of arrival in
Nasha Eats the Maestro
What is Nasha doing? Nasha is eating the Maestro. She is eating him up. Nasha eats his exceedingly ugly face. Nasha eats his tongue. She eats the inside of his mouth, his fat cheeks. Nasha eats his small, eroded teeth.
Blood Proof
One blue-black morning, over birthday cake, my best friend’s father said, “You know, I lived briefly in the house across from yours. There were eight of us in that house. We’d wake some mornings to find all our furniture piled
A Growing Concern
To the Editors: Those of us on the statue were quite troubled by the front-page editorial printed in your newspaper two days ago entitled “Everyone Leave Manhattan, Let The Statue Fall Down On Its Own.” That being said, we freely
Motherland
a modern tale Near a mottled tree, an anthem halted.He renamed her, enthralled her. Not a hand held there. Then her red month, her other north, mated and tamed. Metal thorn handed,he hard demanded other.He