Category: Photos
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No Rain on Me
A new exhibit at the MoMA in NYC lets you walk through the rain without getting wet. This is something I must do. Magic.
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Jelly Transfer
While Lindsey is paying for Grad School, she shares all her secret projects with me and then I steal them for free. A few days ago she showed me some gel medium transfers she did for class and I decided to try some last night with some photos of mine. It’s surprisingly really easy: get…
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Sunday Mexican Market, Phoenix
Balanced between banana leaves and Jamaica drying in bins like small, netted squids I remember the guts it took to kiss you. I was 18 years old not even drunk rushing up your neck like a little girl through summer sprinklers – my polka dot bathing suit instantly wet. What a rush. Hold my hand.…
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Happy Wed.nes.day Hair
This is what happens when you wake up from choppy dreams. Sky diver’s syndrome. The windows rolled down in a black Dodge Charger hitting 100 mph on a dirt road. Finger in a socket, actually the whole hand. Evil Dead – the remake – starring the girl from Suburgatory; I’ll never see her the same…
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Focus
The sky is from my last airplane ride. The buildings, this morning. This city can be eerily quiet at times. But the sun always reflects in waves over the brick. Quiet and gilded. And my rides home when it’s late enough to be dark. Tired. Music keeps the crazies away. Keeps them quiet in my…
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I can complain. And then I can't.
It’s official – our social life has died. Pat and I said goodbye to Alisha last night. I don’t really feel like writing about it other than to say that if she were here at work today we’d probably talk about how the 8th floor smells like spicy potatoes, how cold it is in NYC,…
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Checking in
I’ve been away! Obviously. Or not so obviously. But I did leave without saying anything because, well, I couldn’t say anything! We were throwing my mom a 60th surprise party and I couldn’t spill the beans. We ate too much cake, drank too much beer (or I did) and devoured A LOT of BBQ –…
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Qcumberz
I think I need one of those voice activated keyboards because whenever I’m driving around town or walking or riding the light rail; whenever my body is still, but the world is moving, my mind is running running on words. And then I get here and I forget all of it or the weight of…
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Spring: the loose woman
I don’t remember the trees having this many shadows. Long teeth cutting the concrete. I walk under the branches and through their mouths. Spring has come to me early. I didn’t have to run or wade through the cold for long. Above me blossoms smell like a woman’s insides. Fertile and falling softly to the…