The Fighting Book

Many of these pages come from my time spent at the MacDowell Colony and Headlands Center for the Arts.

First Stanza

First Stanza

First stanza
is something about desire.

Why fear the dreadful words

never meant for a poem.

A yawning accommodates
the souls dirty mark.

In the distance

I see an assembly.
And I know that house quite well-
the dynastic of jumble and maladroit.

The blueprint is love-

whose erection is a creeper-
with rungs made

of evanescent sluices

And night pines

the dominance of grief’s

habitual stair-case. 

And all and all

   and all.

The friendliest vein

of stratum
is a cool and brightless

shattering:

This is not me!
This is not me!
Not what I am!

Not...

Yucatan Zine

This is an older zine I made with Suzanne Goldenberg during a visit to Mexico.

A quick ipad drawing for a sculpture that I ended up makeing for an oudoor exhibit here in Bushwick.

I wrote this a couple of days ago at my apartment in Brooklyn.

The books
are no longer held
with staples or tape.

Gospel today

fills the soul
like glue

from a Wonder Bread bag.

Like the photography of some vital

motif.

A passing of traitor -

disappearing the early morning

dew.

The gelatin silver print blisters
with foresight.

A reflex assumption.

One perilous lineage

hooked by clairvoyant creations-
only to defecate the denial of truth:

The dying beast is your child,
your demon,
 your God.

If your interested to read more check out my poetry Blog:

http://lickingjunglecatclaws.blogspot.com/

The Chrome Book

I made this book in Brooklyn, NY 2013-2014

Shan Traditional Tattoo Manuscripts I picked up in Myanmar.

The first two I found in Naung Shwe and the last one (with red ink) is from Bagan, Myanmar.