Cosmology (pt. 1)

I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the way up up to open […]

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Isidora & Characters

Paraphrasing some iconic author whose name I can’t remember speaking to the Paris Review, great characters are not photographs – they come to life from scratch. I do use sketches, drafts of portraits from the living, which I then try to mold and dress up according to their character potential. I’ll add wrinkles to their face, try to balance make […]

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it aches my love

it aches my love it aches your silence pressing against my chest my flesh ripping open wounds tiny and big closing and healed it burns my love it burns flames and heat scrapping the surface of some inner organ the hidden place where pain is felt and I try my love to keep my love above the rage I feel […]

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