https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2022/02/A-Rusted-Birdcage-in-An-Otherwise-Empty-Field.mp4 Process Notes “In your loneliness, you hear the word from far away and then, in gratitude, look at it so closely that you cannot but drown in it.” ― Edmond Jabès I have written elsewhere about the videopoetry form: its potential to reconnect poetry back to the body & the breath, and the ways […]
The Longer It Drags on, the Less It’s about You
Photo of interior spread of A Flag of No Nation, Jewish Currents Press, 2019 In 2012 I was new to New York and moving around temporary sublets in Greenpoint, using my lack of a lease as an excuse to meet people. Tom Haviv was one of those people. We never actually lived together, but he showed […]
DEEP TISSUE
The Annunciation (ca. 1440-1445), Fra Angelico Deep Tissue Two housesits in Hudson, NY; two mysterious scratch marks; two bats; two cats; two multimedia art installations; two concerts at Knockdown Center in Queens; and a second interview with Xiu Xiu’s Jamie Stewart. * * * I walk to the cemetery, write a name down on paper, […]
Three Poems from Mare’s Nest
https://fenceportal.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/12/The-Last-Porch-Sit.mp3 Click play to listen to Holly read her poems to you The Last Porch Sit Chair They’re not bedsores if it’s not a bed Spoonfed I feel dolled & nightmare about a piebald suit of old curtains I Dread The afterparts When they’ll weep how good I was Undecorated […]
Rasputin
i may have a hog body but at least i’m a strong-willed pig [ !!!! ] | if u see someone w/ the exact same face kill them | for instance kirsten dunst | lube via lather—intimacy via stand-in—ice floe via polar bears | contused—confused [ ???? ]—how odd to see on the street—blossoming w/ […]
Caddy
Starla and Ashley were in the back seat of the Bronco II talking to each other. Starla who is Blackfeet was talking to my niece and daughter Ashley Rose who is Salish and Irish and also Chicana. Starla said “Oooks! Did you see that caddy purple jacket Sheila had on? She was standing by the […]
Caddy
Two Months
The Entrance of the Artists
There was something so moving about how they would recede. The figures would waver in the vaguely human-shaped but more-than-human, larger-than-human, portals in the heights of the dome to take their fill. I would watch them come forth, lean out, gape. Their faces in gray distance visible as tiny, skin-colored moons set above the hues […]
Being in Public in Los Angeles
I am in Los Angeles, hiding from winter and rethinking my life. Or maybe I am rethinking winter and hiding from my life. I have been coming back to this city for twenty years, its ugly beauty beckoning. It is a cliché in conversations with displaced New Yorkers – Los Angeles is wonderful, but lonely. […]
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