Cellular Family Portrait

  • Posted on 18th February 2016,
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Cellular Family Portrait

Do our cells take family portraits? Yes. Do they comb their cilia out into gelatinous manes? They do. The photographs go up on cellular walls. When are the shots taken? Whenever there is a flash, a burst of white. When do these opportune moments come?… Read More

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Death Talk at Moonsugar Gate

  • Posted on 11th February 2016,
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Zebulun’s comet flashes like a derailed pendulum. A hot stone mad with joules.

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The vast temple in the void. A slow tomb full of elegant regret. The portal is always open, is always closed. The whistle of space being compressed. We believe danger dances most truthfully when death closes its eyes before throwing the dart.… Read More

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Face

  • Posted on 28th January 2016,
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Faces whirling like tornadoes, peeling themselves away from our wills, free to go off dancing on their own.

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Aliens Don’t Always Wear Hats

  • Posted on 14th December 2015,
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Hatless. Two antennae poking from a gaseous head. A body of spent molecules. This being moves like a dead flower. ‘Come a little closer,’ the alien says in its voice of shattering ivory pipes.

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You take a couple steps toward the voice.… Read More

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A dark and quiet place

  • Posted on 8th October 2015,
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I’ve had 7 studio spaces in my life.

1. The floor of my teenage bedroom, half-way in the closet with a shade-less lamp. I would spill paint on the carpet and cut it out with scissors (sorry mom.) I would work after everyone else went to bed, staying up through the wee hours of the morning drawing not very good surrealist pictures and pasting together maybe-pretty-dope-still collages.… Read More

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