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The root is rotting
June 12, 2020
The root is rotting: a love letter to the movement ProtestSemi-trucks are blaring their horns as we march with the mass of bodies, turning the corner from Canal onto Broadway in SOHO. We are quickly swept into the irresistible current of sound and sweat, signs bobbing up and down above heads, chants syncopated against each […]
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collage
December 12, 2019
We play a game, one person with their eyes closed, moving in any way. The other two keeping watch, staying witness, protecting yet appreciating. Loving, in a way. My eyes are wide, each of my cells present to this miraculous moment, when the other has his eyes closed, and I maneuver around him. There is […]
2019 | Uncategorized Comments (0)
On Grief
June 8, 2019
This piece was written for the closing reception of a gallery exhibition at EFA Project Space, curated by Jillian Steinhauer. The exhibition was entitled “In the Presence of Absence”, and considered the themes of grief and loss. On Grief May 11, 2019 I was asked to share some writing at the closing of this exhibition. […]
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The Beginning
March 6, 2018
Hello everyone, For the first time in a while, I’m falling into a process and an inquiry that is so exciting to me, I just want to share every bit of it with you. It has to do with a sense of hollow emptiness that has followed me for a long time, and a process of […]
2018 | Uncategorized Comments (0)
If they go to war with my people
January 31, 2017
That is a photo of me at 7 years old, in my First Grade class, with my sister in my arms. I loved getting to wear the navy coat and white head covering because it meant I was growing up. Right now, I am working on growing my eyebrows back out to the way they […]
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A timely imaginary
November 20, 2016
An excerpt from Dangerous Border Crossers by Guillermo Gomez-Pena “The Self-deportation Project, 1995 Let’s exercise our political imagination for a moment. It is the immediate future in a typical US city, which is to say, a city full of immigrants, people of color and people who speak other languages… like Spanglish. You perceive yourself as an ‘angry […]
2016 | Uncategorized Comments (0)
A lament for lost objects
October 2, 2016
I had a table, a big, beautiful table. And a desk. Strong, commanding chairs. One of the hardest things about moving is losing my objects. I have forever lost these specific material things, and am temporarily without my tools: my needles and pins, scrap pieces of fabric and yarn, my patterns, iron, paints and jars […]
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I will stay loyal to the dance
February 23, 2016
I will stay loyal to the dance. She has fed me so well over the years, in every moment of dispossession. And all she asks for return is my time and respect.
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Something Speaks
January 24, 2016
I am up until dawn, with a gaping hole in my chest. I know you can tell that I breathe fire. I am a horrid, hairy creature. I’m a grotesque nightmare, woman monster. I’m an animal, a fucking animal! I’m a volcano, spewing blood-red lava onto your clean furniture. I am desperate and […]
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Empty Room
April 14, 2015
Just give me a room for survival Give me sixty measly minutes to die and come to life it seems all people want each other for is accomplishing tasks, checking the empty boxes for completion remove the brains out of bodies and the selves out of communities, where they could otherwise engage with themselves and with […]