Prelude Only recently have I come to full terms with the church’s role in my spiritual life as well as my life as an artist. Growing up, the church was one of my first and only consistent encounters with aesthetic beauty – the order and seasonal colors of the liturgy, the banners, the stained glass windows, […]
North Star or satelite? The earth roars as it moves. Screens scream out their monetized mythologies, Everywhere. Water and trees Sing nature’s fecund harmonies. I dive in deep And swim in the dew of my lover’s eyes.
I bought a new shower curtain on Saturday. The one with the PVC. Not because it was the cheapest, but for the smell. An olfactory trip back to the most highly anticipated day of my childhood year – Christmas! The smell of new toys. Plastic toys. That just-opened burst of chemical off-gassing. So many presents! […]
Rose Garden, Lynn Anderson, 1970 Birthdays are bittersweet. Most holidays are. The awkward silence of family get-togethers; so much of me, unable to attend. Advent calendars were my favorite part of Christmas. Those little swinging doors, patiently opened one day at a time, marked my jubilant, albeit Protestant progression towards the Nativity. Immaculate birth. Virgin […]
Shortly after moving into my [former] studio at Prentiss & Burlington Streets in Iowa City, I started tuning into the pirate radio station broadcasting from the space across the hall. It featured everything from raw urban rap, to stories read by a gentle-voiced young woman. Without enough DJ’s for 24/7 programming, the station often resorted […]
Creeping Charlie My goatskin gloves match the yellow tines of my rake (bar code still affixed), And reduce to two the number of blisters on my tender palms. I had intended to rake the entire yard, But can only manage that which is in the shade. As shadows grow long, I fall further short of […]