Tuesday, December 22, 2009

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Saturday, November 7, 2009


When the moon was full and red, the monster would mimic the cries of a woman in distress with the hope of luring men into its terrible gaping jaws. Rae wasn’t fooled. She had lost her father to this fate when she was just a baby. On those nights, she would hide under the covers and think of her father while anxiously waiting for the sun to rise.

When times were tough, Ida and Levia picked scrap cotton to help their parents make ends meet. Cotton picking was hard work and the girls would often have blistered and bleeding hands as a result. One day, while the girls were hard at work, an odd looking fellow showed up with a banjo. The stranger started to play and the girls watched with amazement as the cotton turned into the softest clouds.

Thursday, October 29, 2009


lino block ready to carve. using color reduction again.

in progress carving of woodblock. almost there.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Friday, September 25, 2009

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Sunday, September 13, 2009

holds her breath under water
the bubbles make strings of pearls

Thursday, September 10, 2009

my mom's hard work of prettying my stringy hair with ribbons and bows was always quickly undone

Monday, September 7, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009

The Soft Parts by Rose Polenzani

Hold on, Daddy, to the red boat.
Raise the bodies from the salt sea.
Bullet-heavy, you can let 'em go.
Don't you worry 'bout the big light.

I see him comin' in the darkness.
It's the captain, he's a mean man.
So I dive overboard
and go swimmin' with the cold ones.

And all, all my friends,
they say love, love is hard.
So I hold on to the soft parts.

At the edge of the cape, there's a woman and a man.
There's a woman and a man, and a young girl.
She's a young boy, she's a cray-fawn.
And her love pleats in the white sheets.

I would raise for you all the friends I've left.
I would loose for you all my father's nets.
All my father's knots I would tear with my teeth
for your open mouth and it's sweet relief.

And all, all my friends,
they say love, love is hard.
So I hold on to the soft parts.

Hold my hand, I see the blue
of the police, and they want me
to give it my best ID.

How could I know where my body had gone?
I thought you held me in your arms,
but my head floats with the red boats,
with the flashlights and alarms.

My throat is up and in my eyes
and my tongue cricks back in it's raw room.
Hear me whisper what I told her:
"I'll be rising soon."

And all, all my friends,
they say love, love is hard.
So I hold on to the soft parts.


shina block carved and ready to proof

collecting fish songs

I'm a little obsessed with fish