“During our visit to South Africa, my greatest test came when the rest of the group and I were blessed with a street performance of Zulu war dances.” Poems.
"feeling your heart beat through your screaming chants, hearing your sorrow through the reverbing stomps, smelling the fear in your every breath, and touching the hope in your gravelly voice" Poetry.
"That's cute that you thought your rib was strong enough to make me / when it is my hips and my womb that have allowed you to be."
"Look at the tourists shuffling through mass / lighting silly candles / dumbfounded and blinky under the tall ceilings of God." Poetry.
"I went today without you to the new Whitney,/ with its wide and wrapping terraces/ where you can examine the city."
"Beautiful creature of the / stars! Let us tumble and fall / through the green and white foothills / pressing together between / the inky heavens and earth."
Photography is an essentially ambivalent medium for we can never be sure of the authenticity of what is being shown.
"'I wonder how/when i got so fucked up... my mind, existence, problem.' When Dylan Benet Klebold got covered up by this entity containing Dylan's body."