a gallery of controversys

12: LATE

Having spent the past two months caught up in a number of things that required that I abandon my sons to Minecraft.

Having woken in the middle of too many nights trying to shake the terrible feeling of complete domestic failure.


Having finished the first draft of my novel yesterday.

Having finally made Pasties from scratch.

Having missed my last two blog-Wednesdays. Continue reading “12: LATE”

Library of Water

For this page, the eleventh in the “Another Affair with Water” series, I was thinking about congruity–especially across the series.


The title echoes the series’ title.

Visually, it relates to the Broken White poem.

Poetically, both are between satire and abstraction.

Thematically, both come at a time when I am once again defeated by anger and sorrow at the ever-growing list of murdered black men. Continue reading “Library of Water”

Of Yachts and Men

Here, a return to the heart, previously explored in Young Fair Hearts… which is where you may recognize the heart stencil from. 10-of-yachts-and-men-1

This time I used the cut out heart directly (rather than as a stencil): cutting some words out, leaving others, and inserting new ones. And red paint. And a little messiness, because I like a little messiness. Continue reading “Of Yachts and Men”

Letters to the Spectre

Magazines are always filled with letters to the editor. In them, you will find some of the very best language. Seems a shame to waste all those Dears.

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In this case, the answer (above) was written first and then the question (below). Continue reading “Letters to the Spectre”

Sorry, the domain has expired

Every year I forget to renew my domain name. It is always fun to see what my domain service advertises in lieu of my website.

Screen Shot 2016-08-30 at 3.50.26 PMThese all seem like totally legit links.

So, this post is to say: sorry if you checked in and found my blog replaced with the above. Being the internet and all, you’d think a renewal would be instant. Not so, my dears. Not so at all.

Here is a story I read today that is so damn funny and wonderful I’m going to share it. It’s at Hobart, one of my favorite reading spots, and features some of my favorite writers writing today. WHO STOLE MY TAMPONS by Chelsea Martin.

Abstract Talking I & II

On the left hand page, we have image.

On the right, words.

This quote and last post’s image come from an article in Artforum titled, TALKING ABSTRACT. What better excuse to delve into line and language?


1. Begin with a quote. I chose this:

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2. Cut it into lines.

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Continue reading “Abstract Talking I & II”


We all need a little recess from time to time. For me, that time was today.

Today’s post and next Wednesday’s are both intermissions from the current project and both are translations.

Abstraction and Experimentation both ask us to find inspiration from others. This image is a complete translation of a work of art by Peter Halley.

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As quickly as possible, I translated his image into the below. Mine has an unexpected Americana feel.

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The Survival of the Fish King

Forewarn: Physically uncomfortable as I began this post, I finally removed the snorkel and umbrella from the chair I have been sitting on too long. Which is to say, my youngest son is coughing on the sofa where he has been sleeping for the past 14 hours, the cat is screaming out the window at the oldest two for walking outside without her, and I have probably had less than 5 hours of sleep (nightly, not total) for the past week. Being an insomniac, this last is not really news.

THE SURVIVAL OF THE FISH KING matters now more than ever. If this post is goofy, it is because I am barely here.

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Part of right page image, “stained glass effect”

About the fish king, I can say this: she has become a story. I never know when or how this happens, but at some point, certain characters you had not previously given much credit simply come alive. They start to show their past, their future. Others remain always in the present—these are the characters that do not matter. The fish king matters. I especially admire the gender fluidity.

Continue reading “The Survival of the Fish King”

Broken White

Sometimes your art will live in a safe and insular world and sometimes that world will have to open up and acknowledge the outside world too.

This past week has been grief filled. I have often written, in essay or poem, of the unwelcome privilege I have been afforded by the very authority that took the life of a good man, a neighbor. A man who shopped at the same grocery store as me and sat in the same traffic and clipped the same coupons.


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