I've always fixated on sounds, isolating them, meditating to the gurgling rush of the heater, the wetness of feet unsticking from the floor, the mingling of exhales . . .
Just outside of Grey’s Papaya, there was an odd, frozen cluster of people. Neither my babysitter nor I could see through or over the group from afar, so we kept on walking toward it. Valerie squeezed my little hand.
Petra petrologist
stands in her lab
a Woman of forty,
a Woman well learned
holds old harmony in her Home
of some souls lived past, of
a Girl of four made from…
First it was the chain stores. Dunkin’ Donuts bought out Sal’s. But that was happening to mom-and-pop stores across the country. Not ideal, but what do you expect nowadays? Then it was the people who swooped in and claimed to save the diner on the corner from closing. Now the only pierogies I can get are filled with avocado and salmon and some kind of berry I can’t pronounce.
A sculptural work that explores the interweaving of microbial and macroscopic worldings, "Polyzome" consists of a hand-blown glass ellipsoid containing a microbial polyculture native gathered from the New York City microbiome resting atop a white perforated clay tower, housing grasses.
"Each passing year sees graffiti art being stripped from our streets, and with each disappearance, we lose a piece of our culture. This walking tour is just one South Bronx native's attempt to preserve its memory."