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Contemporary Exhibition Inspired by the Sacred – ALTER – Leaves One Changed - The Offing
You enter the space and your peripheral vision spies candles lit on either side, and you hear the soft murmur of a film, commentating at the back of the room, in meditation or chant. You find yourself standing amidst a secular and sacred artistic experiment. You are centered at the altar. This is ALTER, an exhibition of seven contemporary artists on view at Twelve Gates Arts in Old City, Philadelphia through October 12, 2022.
"Love" and Other Poems
Love My soul was a dress pale blue as the sky; I left it on a rock by the sea and naked I came to you, looking like a woman. And, like a woman, I sat at your table and drank a bowl of wine, breathed in the scent of roses. You found me beautiful, like someone you saw in a dream. I forgot it all: forgot my childhood and my homeland, I knew only that your touch kept me captive. You smiled, held up a mirror, told me to look at myself.
"Transit" and "Restoration" - The Offing
TRANSIT (falling from glory) ¿since when?
"notes for a song" and Other Poems
notes for a song if you hear a voice it’s the utility sink singing it’s been a long time since the hearts’ mast laid down to round out the dust storm flowers lives dreams stud the void’s begging bowl uncountable the wounds of the city invited to the scavenger’s ball if you hear a voice it is the mass grave singing landfill-mouth gnawing on a final star the little blue spot over there we still want to call sky the little blue spot over there is hope brave name badging the light that seeps...
A Secret Tale - The Offing
Sister came in late spring, when summer winds blew in from the mountains. Mother said to her, If anything happens to your little brother, it’s on you. Sister gripped Brother’s hand and sat quietly on the bus to the village, her eyes fixed straight ahead. On their ride into the village, she saw the soldiers. She saw the school. She saw small pagodas, mountains, and rivers. An old woman with a fly on her face glared from beneath an elm tree.
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