175 Centimeters
“Click. Click. Click.”
New Year’s Eve
“I wonder if the beginning
of dying is a little like the beginning
of a dream”
Canada F.A.Q.
On Canada and Justin Trudeau.
Teeth
“He said something, but I couldn’t hear what. His face started to blur. Warm face, I heard my thoughts say. Warm face.”
Soracte Ode
“And do not spurn
sweet love, my boy, or the dancefloor
while senior woes don’t cloud your sunny day.”
Poland Rising
“Why does it happen that our time in Warsaw culminates in this very room, face to face with a novel that seems, much like the Palace of Culture and like the current incarnation of the city of Warsaw, to plant itself resolutely on top of a history that has no monuments, no voice to speak for itself?”
Zoomorphoism
Five works made with oil paints and ink
Off to the Races
“I had no time to consider their relative merits because, at that moment, Mr. Discipline barked “Begin!” and we were off to the races.”
Monozygotic
“In the birth of night, we are interlocking curls again.”