On A Summer Day
Sharing this beach with many humans
every single one thinking living playing sinking
levitating under the sun
Selected Works
The Whitney Museum, 1997
Ekphrastic Poem for Jay Defeo If you have formed a Circle go into it, go into it yourself and see how you would do.– William Blake In a rented studio on Fillmore Streetshe worked on her obsessioncolossal circleslike the ones she used to draw…
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Drink Up
Flash Fiction They drank green cocktails with cucumber slices, ate hotdogs on buttered buns, and listened to an a cappella version of “Lilac Wine” sung by a young man with pumpkin orange hair. “Drink up, sweets,” Ramona said. She punched her boyfriend’s shoulder. His bald…
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Guardian Angel
[flash fiction] We fell asleep on the couch, alcohol on our breaths. Mambo and cha-cha-cha beats in our knees. Damn two-dollar high-heels left welts on our feet, but we danced all night with different brilliantine men: gold teeth, mustaches, pinky rings that looked too…
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Last Kingdom in Astoria
Helena, you used to call me your King. Now your ashes are in an urn that sits in a niche at Calvary.
Mariss calls me the king like she feels nothing for her father like I’m a big joke to her. And at sixteen, she acts like I should be happy she’s around. She’s doing me a favor, and I tolerate this because I still have you watching over us, soothing my deepest insecurities. But Helena, how can you help me now?
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Gessy Alvarez 