what kind of intervention / is a twist in the sensate body? // at the botanical gardens, one cactus leaned on another / which is one way a landscape can be compelling
With the Whitney Museum’s announcement of its 2021 Biennial curators the storied exhibition’s next iteration has juddered into production. But should it continue? From its inception, Biennial …
Whichever New York Times editor came up with the headline “Delay of Philip Guston Retrospective Divides the Art World” must have been asleep at the keyboard. The gob-smacking decision of four …
The Giverny Document is a noisy film, full of music, yelling, screaming, crying, scratching, wailing, and laughter. But the most deafening moments unfold in silence when viewers are left to assess …
I sing my blue sun. Sun as vast as all the coupled stars. Sun that dances the polka until the body bursts in pieces. Sun out of time. And of the dawn unblotched by drunkenness. Sun of all hopes. Sun …
So I’m eating cake under the stars in Accra and the night air is sweet as Christ on the tip of my tongue and I can hear the fishy heat—crisp as a town cracker digging into lemon caviar and, out …
She wasn’t after beauty, really—which was what most of the women who sought her out got wrong—she was after women who already knew that pain could be a tunnel and that pleasure could be the …
When you enter a room out of need, they are all / the same: the field an antechamber, the kitchen / a narrow sky where you peel the carrots in long, / thoughtful strokes—stem to taproot—just as …
Time is elastic: / either it’s 1994, or it’s 1980, / or it was just last night, / it makes no difference: someone slips out / the back screen porch / of their parents’ home / for the last time, …
At the scene, the Angels PD urge Mr. Du to 'sir, lower your hand!' During the death, Mr. Du was asleep in the family van. The bark of the shot, the snitch of surveillance, it conceives Ali butterfly …
Keep talking back. See if I don’t slap your taste into another Taco Tuesday. / They didn’t teach you how to braid in school? They won’t let you take that / backpack of Rap Snacks in the …
It sits where the shadows of other trees / slide in late afternoon, dug deep and patted / down. Touched by a breeze, then still, / the green skin of soon-to-be sour / fruit bends the branches, fruit …
A caress without purpose, a splicing of limbs, / a dust kitten on the floor, a room closed off in / fall, a scab torn off, regrown. // I lay my remains on the stove, and all my birds / hide …
You’re sore. It’s your shoulders mostly—they hurt from swiping through hundreds of men. Tylers, Johns. Think about sending a message. Then, think about a massage. You have health insurance but …
I wanted to know what event or series of events led them to the place where I found them. The mysterious road to becoming. What or who so impacted them that they would don a mask? Who were they …
