I’m Annie, I said, and the blondes and brunettes bobbed their heads Go on. We’re listening.
My husband died in a car accident.
I wanted to say he was alone. Crashed his car on black ice on the way to go night skiing. I wanted to say I was pregnant. I wanted to say I’m a single mom now to my darling boy.
I wanted.
There is the sound I love. Water beckoning. The water swings over the cliff like a frayed braid of hair, white and foamy. I can catch its misty spray. The dark and clawed-out face of the cliff is time itself. I want to lay a kiss at its feet….
Read Morea sweet scent of hollow reeds and salt caresses the air. i stop struggling in wet flattening grasses. a Kyn? neh, a Junga, with dark eyes to match deep brown-purple skin. they bite a bottom lip between flat teeth, approaching cautiously. a cloud of indigo curls surrounds concern in their face….
Read MoreSusana flashed back to the desert, a hard battery on her tongue leaking in little shocks, her body prone in the dirt. Thinking of this, Susana shivered in the humid air. She was done being compliant, “I thought you said no more games.”
Read More“Oh, Catherine,” she said. Her face cascaded through expressions, settled on tentative eyebrows of concern. “I’m so sorry. Miscarriage is so common, right?”
I flushed. Common—she was right, but the word hit me in the gut. If this were common, then why had no one told me about the desert, the way my hands would feel too dry to hold a pencil, the way I would see my torso in the bathtub and feel nothing but shame? I saw pain flinch across Nina’s face, waiting for me to speak. I thanked her.
My work is motivated by the life experiences I encounter through a close observation of humanity and nature and a curiosity and need for constant discovery. My work is constantly evolving as I find my art to be a counter balance to what I see happening around me…
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