The train begins its journey on the edge of a perfect disk. It travels to its certain destination and the railroad line spirals through the scenery of the disk. When the journey reaches its end, we will come to the axis of the disk itself. The world will stop outside the window. There are many […]
So the first NYC Maker Faire was last weekend in Queens New York. It was exhausting in a really good way. The location was special too, as I identified with my ancestors who made trips to all the World’s Fairs out there in 1939 and 1964. My feet probably hurt just as bad as theirs
2010 NYC Maker Faire Read More »
There are gray haired women who in the doorways who gossip. Lamps spill amber onto the street. A truck pushes on into the morning. Generations die uncommitted on the train. The batting lashes and frigid secretaries. There are mug faces and bulbous lips. Hair twisted and tortured unnaturally. The broken vision of an Aztec queen.
5-21 I am lying beside PW in a hotel room bed where I read a book and watch television simultaneously. I look to tell PW she is beautiful. A group of elegantly dressed ladies appear on television dancing. Their dresses are classical and shimmery. An announcer mentions that they are “voguing” as I notice that
Bras, Bicycles, The Ninth Circle and Life on the Run Read More »
Grandfather lies in a dreaming state while shadows enter the hospital room and shake him awake. He sees his sons as small children. He will not eat. He speaks in his sleep to ghosts and drops his thin jaw. He is tethered down for his own good. At night they sometimes chain his feet to
