the incans had no words

The Incan had no words Nothing written, not as such of poetry and record they did not ponder much Incans had string. Incans had knots. Incans had something figured out. Incans didn’t send court summonses via bicycle. Or sew novels between slices of skin Incans didn’t miss anything. They didn’t miss tricks, picks, flicks– An […]

I rode a wave. What made Mardi Gras and me a good fit is we both have a strong sense of TOO MUCH IS NOT ENOUGH So we begin planning our party in September, build a miniature London of cardboard boxes and toilet paper rolls painted black. I build a 14 foot Big Ben that, it […]

the snow is snowing

Every time I walk in the snow, I remember going to Alaska. Not literal Alaska. ”Going to Alaska” was the game we played in elementary school when there was snow on the ground. The game was walking slowly around the playground and surrounding fields, occasionally consulting a map, and discussing our situation as we went to Alaska. […]

Material

If you’re afraid you’ll have nothing to say, if you’re afraid your life will continue in its deep patterns: the airport, the casino, the emergency room. Today I tried the emergency room. A friend had taken her father there. His mind is somewhat blurred, his body pretty worn, and then he broke his leg. When the family […]