Thirty-four Years With My Sister

1. I didn’t know I was alone because I didn’t know. 2. My sister could walk, and we got going. (Pictured: my sister enjoying my swag from my brief hospital stay from which I emerged without my appendix.) 3. My sister and I made mud pies under the tulip tree, next to the air conditioner. […]

Space

When I went into Space Mountain (THE MIND) I was gutted a couple of times by tears, I had said goodbye to my mom and sisters. I had to walk through my crying up the long walk the ramps of Space Mountain past the dark windows with sprinkle of stars and the big windows of […]

Biennial

It’s hard to say if I found the Whitney Biennial a little busy because I saw it Friday evening, or because it was a little busy. I think both. It made me call into question what these people think we are doing at museums and galleries, anyway. What do they think? Just as the reader’s […]

The Same Water

The water comes in, sheets with no words on them just in then erasing themselves without trying, back out. The pink Kansas toenails I have in the water from where the sign says, “No other languages,” so the Vietnamese ladies are all quiet, or speak to us, in Kansas. The pink toenails the blackish […]