My new apartment doesn’t allow me to have a holiday open studio / open house. So if you know any places that might be available for a two day rental please let me know. Thanks.
In the meantime here are two works, one brand new and one significantly revised.
Multilayer photographic archival Pigment print on paper
White Noise / Under the Overpass
Listen to the rain inviting you to sleep,
stealing me from mine, a mean yet petty theft.
Rains regroup, infiltrating my underpass,
Soaking up the fumes and poisons of your easy journeys,
each rivulet a promise of cleansing misplaced,
god’s spectacle of careless tears, flooding my refuge
and rending dryness from my waking world.
Rock, paper, scissors, water.
I once won your eldest daughter.
Throw back the corner of your comforter.
The coolness of the rain proves balance in your universe,
a counter to near, warm breath, communion distilled unto space itself,
comingling with the musty sweetness of the month’s first rain.
I know it’s not the last. Many more will come.
Paper, scissors, water, rock.
I know no place where I can dock.
We do not sleep as you do.
The luxuries of the commonplace did not pass to us.
You revel in the sense.
Not revel? Simple pleasure or faint awareness—
It is all the same to me. Not fearing is enough.
Not fouled. Not bleeding and not bled.
Not going from wet to damp to wet again.
Not dissolving.
I am rich only in irretrievable loss.
Scissors, water, rock, paper.
I know no dreams that are not vapor.
We, like you, do sleep a sleep shallow and full deep,
where dreams might reach, yet echoes fill our keep.