How would you describe your style? It’s kind of hard to describe. I almost think I don’t have a style. I’m not very good at stylizing or idealizing during my drawing, so I end up just drawing the subject very simply and precisely. I think I referred to my style as “instruction manual drawings” before, […]
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PART ONE I watch the hand holding a gun of needles against the flesh of my arm, the points racing across my skin, depositing ink below my epidermis. The omnipresent buzzing is the sound of anticipation, all-encompassing like the noise is originating inside my skull itself. Tattoos are, fundamentally, a religious experience for me. To […]
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I close my eyes and I see grapes. I lay my hands at my sides and my fingers come together as if to pinch at invisible stems. I count the bunches as I fall asleep… It is cold morning. I plod down rows that tumble over landscapes for miles and miles and miles. I look […]
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Voices golden like my heart or wait actually my hands ready to swallow flames like hungry moths or wait actually more like a hawk, jagged insides, chemical-drift, the lisped roundness of your scoopneck soft shirt the one you wore on the roof as the moon licked your neck curled behind you like a small mammal […]
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I wish orgasm carried onto my eyelids. I wish I dreamed of rolling salt waves, pink sea, inky sky with ballpoint twinkles. Instead, left knee hooked over the side of our low mattress, I dream that I mistake watermelons for tomatoes and take the linguine off the heat too early. I crunch it at my […]
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on my morning walk I saw a man setting a small fire and I thought I could do that now that i have come home to the woods fire seems less like protest and more a friend of my dad’s now i think water might be the way to go having never lived thru war […]
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hanging out on Haiphong Street the beginning of my twenty-first year and the end of the 2016th year after death, if you believe in that sort of thing the moon has been brighter this year in an attempt to make up for all the dark the days I held a body with my body were […]
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an imagined empty room. I am surprised in a white dress, beckoning you. materialize next to me, all at once we’re in a pew, watching the organist you look at me with misty eyes. your weather implores me to stay. so I do stay. I’ll do anything to stay here with you curled up in […]
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Just before my 21st birthday, my brain is floating on less than half a glass of wine. “I’m saving the rest of the expensive stuff for myself,” my friend Mara laughs, pouring me a small taste of Barefoot before serving herself from a different bottle. I slowly nurse the rose in my fingertips. There are four of […]
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to give us this morning of shadow-cast bodies lumped under thick, stiff quilts, wooden blinds chopping winter-white sunlight up into more manageable blocks my beautiful wonder sprawled on her stomach we rinse out sticky wine glasses to later refill every flat surface covered with clay, candles and their coated holders, pencils and canvas edges, dead […]
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They come to me. Two flights up the stairs, above the kebab spot, opposite the stripped flesh the butchers. See how they run to me. A gorgeous cloud of need. I promise nothing. No refunds. Leave your guarantees at the door. Line ‘em up. I turn ‘em into water. Ever seen a man wearing hope […]
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When it is dark out, The sky closes itself like a window. I watch them Drink from the same empty stream. There will always be Smoke in the trees. We left fields and orchards untended. They withered as we slept. The birds will be dead by Spring. I will crawl Unhurt over their bodies, Only […]
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VAGABOND CITY 