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4-27-12/8-13-16
Untitled The morning after I tore out my eye I ate a kiwi for breakfast, Cast my body in turquoise And gauzed on my favorite tights Despite being threadbare At the inner thighs. I walked the streets Listened to old music Went underground Engaged in idle conversation Parted Unsubmerged myself Took a walk Took an elevator Pressed “eighteen” Entertained my co-workers And oscillated wildly In secret…
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New Theme!
Going to try something a little more streamlined, and see how that works. So far, I like it. :)
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Scrap, 7/22/14 10:05pm
The pretty girls float by Like mythical creatures Wrapped in swirling fabrics. They finish the picture with a pearl earring And crown themselves in the affections of others Who gather to gaze at the spectacle Behind the glass. Inaccessible, To all but the elderly curator Who, in the loneliness of after hours Removes their clothing (piece by piece) Hoping to glimpse flesh One more time before he…
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7/25/10 3:05am
7/25/10 3:05am. Temptation Meditation Its always something or other twisted around the twisted sheets. Hot, Sticky, "Oh, you look tired" they will say, The next day In Church. Ensue the list of explanations. None out of the ordinary Or worth bragging about. Instead of your flesh, [Whoever you are, Whoever you prove to be] I have: My cat; My dreams that persist- Despite my lack of sleep- Like…
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2/16/16, Fragment
Radio Man sings of bruised euphoria And I hate him. For narrating this string of passing scenes So incisively; For stealing my chance To name my pain So effectively, I pass Inattentively Through small victories: A drive on the highway, another pound lost, a promotion. Surveying the ache for white flags, daily But my hands always come back red
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Street Scenes: Yaowarat Road, Bangkok
3/16/15, 1/17/17 Untitled
And then there’s the pain. Your eyes are suddenly overcast. My heart sinks in my chest- An unwelcome reflex. I feel like I’m starting to lose where I end, And where I begin: I am afraid. Terrified, actually, That this, Is going to be just last time: Years, Spent crushed, Under my own, Optimism. Maybe If I just try a little harder, If I love a little more, If I give a little more, I can make it go…
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Untitled. 1/15/12
I was raised in a family of animals And so I can tolerate When I am sometimes To you Something Less than human. Have you ever asked the beat of burden Whether or not he enjoys The crushing force of another’s weight?
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While the rockets' red glare...
While the rockets’ red glare…
https://soundcloud.com/kettlemeddler/sia-academia-crude-cover
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Trigger 3/25/2016
Under the grating fluorescence Of the 18th floor bathroom, You remove your jewelry slowly and deliberately: First, the earrings. Your hand rises to your left year, and then your right. They soundlessly glide onto the vanity You admire them for a moment; They are fossil ammonites Impassive on the polished stone Their reflection blurred, surreal As if scoffing at the earth they were cut from. You…
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Untitled, 5/3/11.
On November 18, 1985, During some inconspicuous hour On an inconspicuous street, Unbeknownst to you, Or anyone else In that inconspicuous suburb of Manhattan, You picked up your needles And you began to knit. Purl Stitch You knitted stockings and perfect curls You embroidered manners Appliqued femininity in pink I tried not to cry at the occasional prick Or the heat of the iron Plain Stitch You…
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RIP Starman. 1957-2016
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Freewrite: Snow that isn't Snow.
Freewrite: Snow that isn’t Snow.
From the writer’s workshop at the Astoria Bookshop. Unedited. Terribly punctuated. It’s gold, people. HA HA HA. What the hell do you mean, “Snow that isn’t snow”. I mean, seriously. I’m thinking of ashes in my eyelashes, thinking of debris, thinking of standing outside on the curb because my house has just burned down. It’s December, and while I’m grateful to have some heat in my newfound…
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Gettysburg, 2014
Queens, NY 2009
Going Click in Low Light: Photo Series 1
Queens, NY. 2014
Istanbul, 2013
Rome, 2013
Hudson, NY. 2015
New York, 2007
Boston, 2007
Martha’s Vineyard, 2014
Martha’s Vineyard, 2014
Hudson, NY 2015
Austin, TX. 2015
New York, NY. 2005
Austin, TX. 2015
Queens, NY. 2015
Austin, TX. 2015
Queens, NY. 2015
Hudson, NY. 2015
Martha’s Vineyard, 2015
St. Mary’s Basilica. Warsaw, Poland. 2009
New York, NY. 2006
Portraits: Photo Series 1