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Floating World
Floating World
Accoridan Book
Paper, vellum, ink, water-color, acrylic
April 2008
Text inside reads:
"Floating World
For my Mother
On the morning you found out your mother died, the high tide ushered hundreds of glowing orange starfish to the shore where they faded to white in the sun, then bowed their five arms to you. Violet wine soaks your mouth & every blossom for miles; you bury yourself in the sand to feel the weight of your breath--the gentle collapse of your mother's gray lungs.
I decorate your shape: baby's ears, periwinkles, paddle the sand around your body--you remain silent but shake until the sand fissures & the shells tumble down your sides.
Mother, you & I are as bright and distinct as the far-off dunes when we walk along the shoreline, inexhaustible & long as our legs, our breaths. We search for the sea turtle nests--the strokes of fins & shell towards the sons & daughters buried in cold sand--while at night we look for your mother in the stars, staring hard until it means nothing, like repeating the word--Mother, mother, mother."
Aeolian Dune
Aeolian Dune
Accordion book with handmade paper by Dad, paper-cuts, vellum, seashells.
July 2008
Text inside reads:
"Collect the smallest shells
from the dunes--so small,
you could fit one on your tooth,
close your mouth
and it would remain intact."
Text on outside (back) reads:
"Aeolus, play your wind harp--take me away..."
X-acto Master & Where Poems Go
Popup Studio NYC
Featured on a blog for the studios that engineer the books by Robert Sabuda and Matthew Reinhart!
Featured on a blog for the studios that engineer the books by Robert Sabuda and Matthew Reinhart!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Swift Cathedral
Fox in the Woods
Conte Online
My poem "Vanitas, Burying a Fox" was published in the online journal Conte.
Vanitas, Burying a Fox
Once you are dead, you are nothing.
- Graffiti from the House of the Centenary, Pompeii
Hayley holds a fox skull up to her face, scattered tan hairs
escape around the fissures in the animal bone—
rotting peach-white, yellowing like the receipts at Rice Bowl
where the grease is so thick, it's in the fibers
of the paper and our skin. We always ask for extra
bamboo stalks in our stir fry, burrow through cartons of fried rice with bits of egg,
because, your eyes will soon be sparking ... Conte
Vanitas, Burying a Fox
Once you are dead, you are nothing.
- Graffiti from the House of the Centenary, Pompeii
Hayley holds a fox skull up to her face, scattered tan hairs
escape around the fissures in the animal bone—
rotting peach-white, yellowing like the receipts at Rice Bowl
where the grease is so thick, it's in the fibers
of the paper and our skin. We always ask for extra
bamboo stalks in our stir fry, burrow through cartons of fried rice with bits of egg,
because, your eyes will soon be sparking ... Conte
Portraits
Monday, June 9, 2008
Kudzu
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
"Operation: Dreamland"
"Operation: Dreamland"
April 2008
Phyllis Strauss Gallery
Collaboration with Clayton Rychlik, accompanying music
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