Crying Boys Welcome Here

Crying Boys Welcome Here

The sign on the door reads Crying Boys Welcome Here. Inside, they are arranged in a circle, hunched on squeaky metal chairs, faces blurry like foggy windshields, twelve pairs of cheeks lobster-claw red. They hold paper cups filled with water poured from a decanter on...
Swim

Swim

She was born a Pisces, the fish sign. It fit her, she loved the water. When her family moved to Garden Grove, California, they had to buy a house with a pool. She swam in it every day. She wasn’t for fancy swimsuits; she liked practical black. Her husband made...
PR(L)AY for Peace

PR(L)AY for Peace

PR(L)AY For Peace Acrylic on canvas, found objects, 100 x 140 cm, 2018 In the life of modern man, we’ve come to encounter many expressions with the prefix “Fake”. We hear it from the first persons of the state on TV or read it in the publications of internet...
Dead Horse Point

Dead Horse Point

“I like edges and things that already exist. I like building things and I like composition, patterns, palettes, visual rhythms. The right combos make me happy. I make collages to take me out of my writerly head and sit me down in a new milieu. I try not to get...
A Few Hours from Charleston

A Few Hours from Charleston

The day before a white supremacist murdered members of the Emanuel A.M.E. Church in Charleston, my husband and I traveled to St. Helena Island, South Carolina. We sat on separate rows in the wooden chairs of Penn Center’s presentation room, chairs folks cleared of...

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