August 28 1. I felt an electric shock in my left palm at the base of my thumb. 2. I dropped the phone. There was a yellow jacket underneath, huddled, dying. I had poisoned it. It poisoned me back. 3. If I were (like) my father, or you, would I have died then, in my … Continue reading Sting – #24
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Convergence – #23
August 19 1. The snake is almost liquid now, merging with the earth, sunken and rank. 2. It had pulled itself into an infinity loop, looped twice, tucked its head under one of the inner curves of its body, and stopped living. I touched it, wanting it to untwine and disappear. The snake's body was … Continue reading Convergence – #23
Water, Earth, Sky – #21
July 29 1. The wave drew back again, eroding the sand from under my feet, making a space for me to fall into, a barely noticeable fall. 2. I woke up and listened to the waves the full moon pulled toward me and I watched the horizon in the blue-dark and saw lines of shadows … Continue reading Water, Earth, Sky – #21
Love Notes – #20
July 19 1. I got salt in the mail from you. It reminded me of King Lear and his misunderstanding of his daughter's assertion. So I felt loved, though that was a misunderstanding of your intention. The salt was from Bali. I don't know if it was from the north coast or not but I … Continue reading Love Notes – #20
Ceiling – #19
July 17 1. His photographs showed the perimeter of the ceiling of a cheap hotel room. There was something beautiful about them, uncluttered, quiet, almost still (but the gaze shifts). I asked him what was the point of view he was asking the viewer to occupy in order to engage in the investigation of a … Continue reading Ceiling – #19
Spice – #15
July 8 1. The counter is too high in this kitchen for me to straighten my arm and use my weight to crush the ingredients of my spice paste (bumbu). I can't put my mortar on the floor because there is no door on the kitchen and the puppies will come in. 2. When I … Continue reading Spice – #15
Lightning Bug – #11
June 25 1. You and the firefly converged. But then you didn't. 2. I watched the lightning bug and said nothing. You were talking. 3. Each time I thought a firefly would be caught up on you, it was drawn through your stride. 4. I learned to do a lot of things from my elders, … Continue reading Lightning Bug – #11
Heartbeat – #10
June 20/21 This tiny event is an experiment with memory and how a very tiny, but universal, event - we all have a beating heart - becomes a specific event that reveals the person, the relationship, life stage. The tiny events after the second are evoked by it, or at least they could be. I … Continue reading Heartbeat – #10
Portrait with Thistle & Lying in the Concrete Cradle
I didn't think I was going to show you any photographs. And mostly I won't. But I sometimes will. These are the photographs I talked about in Tiny Event #9.
Portrait with Thistle – #9
June 20 1. I looked at the photograph in the book I made with Steve in my twenties. 2. I had made it with Steve - a book of photographs we took of each other when we were young. We took them in Milwaukee in abandoned buildings, alleys, on the railroad tracks. The one I … Continue reading Portrait with Thistle – #9
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