Category: poetry
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The Rest Is Still True
Just Do What You Do, paper collage, 2021 i.our secrets are primitivetheir perfumes, places, hesitationsspilling in carsquestioning the mathematics of reasonii.if i weren’t, would you?onetwoevery word that i countevery catapult of form…at fourthis exercise is meaninglessiii.this poetryuneven as a butterflya hawk, a passing pianomake cobwebs with their eyesuntil nothing mends
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Spacekeepers
Where We Belong, paper collage, 2022 the clouds are gearing up a hurricane or perhaps a handkerchief the light stutters, a blackjack of ladybugs cross-legged in a field, i ask myself is there a war outside this bed? i am afraid the gardens in these eyes are more existential than real and even the bones […]
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Edge
Edge, paper collage, 2022 a phone booth; a field of fireflies what we choose to leave; what leaves us writes, “to transcend the frail bonds of consciousness” the proximity of remorse the rancor of an unworn pair of shoes I’m very much enjoying the process of making poetry and collage together. And it is, I […]
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It Wasn’t Poetry Then or Now
Text, paper collage, 2022 it wouldn’t be right to blame you: all thought engineers crisisa lunchbox of anonymity ordinary, in contextlethal, after raina field of wild horsesdissolves the intimate waters of realitya symbol for what might have beenfor what is, is in proportion to self, or the absence of selfa signal in the sky, alive […]
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If I Told You
the algorithm of a snail the reservoir of apple-colored streets that sleeps inside a poem this poem that combs its hair on a diagonal of stars and reconstructs the imaginary language of a blue dress, of a butterfly on the small of my back, of your hands like a fatal half moon detached from all […]
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Cutting Teeth
Cutting Teeth, paper collage, 2022 read: abolished eyes the impalpable cynicism of a ladybug a question mark extinguished by the weight of language unread: rationality is crude space is the only extravagance
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If Not for the First Time
Woman No. 1, paper collage, 2021 a convulsion of dandelions the angle at which the suncontemplates your facethe square root of matterthe crudeness of formthe bleak, unpleasant smells of trafficor, perhaps, the absence of a butterfly in a pair of frail, outstretched handsthe artist retreatsnothing ventures; nothing sails
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The Fig Tree
a fig tree in continuous sunlightthe landscape folds on its limbsas if to say, every body is its own reason for being a sparrow calls its name, looks upon what isn’t thereeverything thrives; nothing movesbut the living
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Necessary People
Premonition, paper collage, 2022 the heart is an ideala solitaire of apron stringsthe morning chorus is a yellow jacketwithout raina goldfish a solipsism of staircasesfinite, until proven otherwise all the necessary people ask themselves if a radio without handsis as surreal as a pocket knifeif the antidote to sunshine isn’t more sunshine in a panif […]
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We’ve Been Here Before
We’ve Been Here Before, mixed media collage, 2022 all of these words; none of these words the promise of motion, the expectation of form a window is severed a note written in pencil, half-erased: i wish to exit the anthill less is almost always less the moon, these days, is extravagantly long a head, but […]
The Used Life 