Archives: People
Examen in San Francisco
In the coffee shop, unctuous with light, I wait / for the syrup to settle in my gut.
“Sometimes When She Reaches for Me, I Can Only Think About Birth and Blood” and “Hunger”
Sometimes, I am only
my bloodstream, a pulsing, flooded atmosphere.
Artists Push Photography Across Time and Into New Material Space in i’ve been here before
The collective works in the show convey the capacity of photography and photo-ish objects to commune with the departed, to transport to the past/future and unknown, and to enliven silences and make noise.
I Am That Goddamn Metal Water Bottle that Shatters Any Sense of Peace in Yoga
NOT SO FAST — I see you inching away
