Mother

Mother used to be wild,

Red hair curling and

Long for us to grab hold of.

And now she is smoothed, shiny bob

Ordinary

Like the glossed image of a magazine

Set dull on the rack.

She used to greet us on the sea shore

Turning up the sand, the shells

The wind in her hair and the sun on her skin

Freckled. Dawning

Clay bead necklaces

Made by our play dough hands.

Now she is all pearls and quiet hues

A defiant repose.

Mother is just a word

And Woman stands in her place

Like Homes become mere Buildings

A murder told in fiction

To save from the tragedy of its far worse fact.

Jones Soda.

My friend Stuart Dum took this picture of me holding a gallery promotion that I'm offering. Go to my Kickstarter page and donate to the project and I'll print custom bottles with a picture and personal message of your choosing that will be offered as a refreshment at the gallery opening. Fun.

Collaboration: Project House

I have been collaborating through email with the lovely Jamie Lew (twitter.com/projecthaus) and this is one of the three costume designs she cooked up for me for the show. These are the witches, designed with powerlines in mind. I would love if this design could be made, but thinking realistically, it might need to be scaled back. Regardless, here she is:

Passage, a Psalm

Do you read it

Or do you cup it in

Your hands

Like water from a cool spring

Pale,

Blue, and

Shining.

A glassy sheet

Reflective,

Knowing,

And yours

If you take it.

Jamie.