Monthly Archives: July 2006

The daily theater that transpires around me is so wrought with tragedy, irony, love and passion, that creating art about my own present circumstances and current events is enough material to last an entire lifetime. These mixed media wall reliefs … Read More

I sat with my uncle outside Boudin Bakery on Ofarrell drinking cappuccino and sharing a scone. It was a glorious Saturday afternoon in downtown San Francisco; warm but not humid, sunny but not glaring. The sky was the idyllic blue … Read More

Dry thorns like a camp of crusaders limbs slashed only the points of blades the jutting of helmets– in the rooms blinds are drawn women tear their flesh off tan bodies– jasmine scents, wild-leaved tendrils and the exhalation of the … Read More

Boys, Boys Boys with bruises On their wrists Air Jordans and tzitzis Their crocheted yarmulkes And their way of seeing things: Taking a girls’ game And claiming it for men They define centrifugal force The way they hit the ball … Read More

1. I would never submit to shiatsu massages for three reasons: I don’t like having strangers touch me; I begrudge the expense; and I don’t believe in “alternative” therapies. Nevertheless, for more than a year I have been going regularly … Read More