Cloth & Sun
Chaos greets me at the door—
broken things swirl,
dust motes through worn curtains,
a breath before the next bruise.
You coil like an old cobra,
fangs flashing rearview
on that backseat ride home.
I stare...
Poetry
I take my poem to a laboratory. It smellslike chrysanthemums.A team of doctors wearing gas masks tells mepoetry is an equation with a solution....
Momma’s Corn Pudding
"Soul food: Scraps became cuisine celebrating African-American spirit."~Tim Grant, Pittsburg Post-Gazette, February 3, 2006.
Up to plate.It looks like a typical pan of...
The Picture
there was a manwaiting under the eavesat the bathhousewhen I walked byhis camera slung around his neckcounting on the silvery blueof the oceanand...
This article was selected as a finalist in the 2013 DC Student Arts Journalism Challenge, an annual competition designed to identify and support talented...
Curator Blair Murphy writes about the ways we work: Talk to ten different visual artists in the DC area and you're likely to hear about ten different working situations, from former auto body shops to corners of studio apartments.
Hungry
In high school I was voted
“Always hungry”
I was an athlete so this
Made sense
I was also a woman, so, yeah,
I was constantly craving.
My hunger is...
