On three artists who "manipulate this everyday tool to create thematic photo series that question the implications of the indiscriminate, omniscient observer."
"Leon was absolutely forbidden from entering the kitchen, making his perch on the countertop and the thud of his dangling heels kicking back against the drawers all the more satisfying." Fiction.
“A spell is something a lot of people call a lot of different things. Some call it dementia. Others say amnesia. I just call it getting old.”
"He is five years old again. He has only ever been five. The sun is bearing down upon his Brooklyn block. You could fry a knish on the pavement." Fiction.
"There is a picture of the three/ Of us, skin showing only/ Around the eyes eyes and in/ Water-streaks on our legs."
"I looked for stories that felt close enough to claim as mine, yet distant enough to claim as “fiction.” My grandparents, Guka in particular, served as entry into a world I didn’t feel I had access to—a world of painfully real people with proper, lived lives."
"At three am, everything is different. The skyline floats / on the east river while the emperor looms dark and silent. / Nothing means what it did when sleep fills your throat."