How much time has passed -Kim

work in progress 'Syria' -Hannah

Untitled Mobile -Hannah

Wingdale

That heavy moon

So bright, so still

Under foot a glacial flow

So determined, so slow

The world has become hollow

As fragile as an emptied egg

Small, yet monumental

So very lost

Saint Cactus (for Brian)

-Kim

-Kim

 work in progress -Hannah

Gift ideas 2015 (ideas, like people, die if we don't fight for them) -Kim

-Hannah

Zeta

Subtleties I never knew
I'll never fully understand

Years spent, aching for
A word, a sigh, something true

Endlessly grasping for what's gone
Aching for what's been lost so long

To feel something more than this
Emptiness of desperation

-Kim

-Hannah

fifty-one 

Kim

-Hannah

Another Life -Kim

-Hannah

birthday

smoker's cough

august

-Kim

walking down a gentle hill on rogers ave

a boy gets out of a black cab  

his mom carries a tambourine in a paper bag

because on this block there are churches

store fronts with handmade signs, 

monumental buildings that look new,

minimal design, a matte sliver cross on a teal background

& signs that ask

"have you really prayed today?"

or remind you

"jesus saves"

but then we are there

at the food sermon

and a family cooks in an open kitchen

for the entire population

big bins of kale, red beans, 

industrial rice cookers, and lamb shanks.

but it is not just food 

they say, 

"we believe in you!"

-Hannah

-Kim

We wake up to walk

to wander through red tipped trees.

It's warm in the sun.

-Hannah

On this day

The potatoes burned
For days
The tar-black pot remained
Just as you left it

I sat with your mom and held her hand
It felt so fragile
Crumbling in my grip

She used to sit in the park and wait
For the light in your room
A beacon that you were still here

Last year
On this day
I carved a pumpkin
You sat down and died

You were so
Tired

-Kim

-Hannah

"i can't seem to get it" -Kim

found photograph "my father's parents" -Hannah

-Hannah

In this dusty heat
Among seaweed and rubble
Lies a pearl
Small and precious
Grey, chalky, beautiful
Sparkling at the edge of the sea
Shimmering under
The too-close sun
Marzamemi

-Kim

Re: your sadness

The end of July pins us down with heat

Like insects trapped in a glass jar

Moving more and more slowly

As the air gets harder to breathe

-Kim

-Hannah

Untitled (to Berlin)

It began as an idea
The idea became
An island

The rest of the world became a mirage
Always visible yet
Untouchable

It became taller and taller
until it could grow no more

It fell
It became the mirage
Caught between worlds

-Kim

 

-Hannah

Tropea

In Egypt
The golden, sticky summer
Hangs
Heavy-limbed
Languid
Crawling
Spider-thin

Fire breaks out
The sun
That crushing orange ember
Dips
Turning the sea into liquid mercury

The boiling point is reached
Heat rises
Mirages struggle
Caught in the old, decaying net of these hills

A pyramid in the sea
Egypt's ancient sands
Have melted into molten glass

-Kim

Two States, Hannah

Connata

First, find the fault lines
Two weak points at which natural separation happens
We'll need what's in between
Slowly, so slowly
Drive an iron wedge in
Forty-five degrees
The veins
The striations
An ocean bed now towering above
Austere, proud
We'll work from the top down

-Kim

-Fruit Offerings, Hannah

-Hannah

Cinghiale

Sudden and abrupt

Stop 

Everything

Slow and careful

Back up-

Retrace steps

Eyes locked 

Standing ground

Threatened

Two creatures

Interrupt each other's paths

Accidental encounter 

-Kim

Afternoon

or

Josef Beuys Recalling a Summertime Memory While Contemplating the Falling Snow

-Kim

A Seal in the 1950s

or

Before Climate Change

-Hannah

Fear

so jarring
so hollow
quartered the night into bits
splinters scattered, shattered

so engulfing
so unseen
ripped into an unknown state
vulnerable, trembling

so invasive
so brutish
menacingly demanded

WHAT IF/ WHAT IF/ WHAT IF

-Kim

week away from it

living blue sky beaches

while one pink plant died

-Hannah

I don't want
to turn my back on you
friend

I don't need to say
"what a mess this is"
"where do we begin"

time is so slippery
it moves so fast,
so unpredictably

I don't think
I'll ever understand
life: this great mystery

-Kim

-Hannah

Hannah

Alex, 8.2.15, Kim