I used to be lively. Parties and gatherings held every few weeks. Seeing working bodies and inviting protest meetings where I met my…
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Two glories on a walk today. I will write them present, though I will be at my desk and when I read, I will be even farther displaced in time…
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Or is it pink? You’d know, but I can’t ask you. You are dead. It’s a chasm I can’t cross. It stands between you and me and me and my history. You were the history and the bridge to it. You are dead...
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Two days after the test, I walked to an urgent care clinic. After I peed into a cup, a nurse congratulated me on an accomplishment I didn’t feel was mine…
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My body begins under a full moon. I begin by filling my mother’s body. My mother’s body was home. She was small. She was beautiful: a spectacle. Until she was filled with me. My body begins in my father’s heart.
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Kerry Krenzin is a self-taught Los Angeles based artist. Her work, most often composed with non-conventional media and found object, speak to her very personal inner journey of Voice: the push and pull to express or not to express in the face of oppressive institutional and familial systems….
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