When I left the Army and went back to college, I wondered if I was going to be able to adjust at all. Thing is, this wasn’t my first time having to relearn the basics all over again. The ways to act, the slight actions that can label you as either in or out, all matter.
I’ve been around the world, lived in a few places. Dodoma, Dehli, Lansing, Denali. Lots of lost bets, I suppose. But this time it was different, in the sense that I’d be returning to something that I , ostensibly, knew. …
As I stared at my grandma’s coffin, I sat up higher and caught a glimpse of the bridge of her nose. I’m not sure why that did it, but my memories sparked up: arriving alone in India with my sister, her mocking chitrahaar videos, her last kind words to me, telling me how I would turn out fine, it was going to be hard, this writing, but I was going to be fine. Still in the background her worries about what I had become were always there. Tears filled my eyes as I shuddered.
I was once very close to…
I’ve been working on a way to use visuals and words to tell stories. Something none linear. It’s been a few years now and though I can come up with some beautiful things, I’m not sure I’ve come any closer to telling a full tale this way. I’m failing hard, but I keep going back. I don’t know what to call this. Madness? Work? It doesn’t pay, you know.
What am I getting at?
In my daytime fantasies, when my art hits it big time, I have a show, one wall with the same piece of art. Collages are my…
At the start of the pandemic, I managed to carve out time to write stories, do art that spoke to what I saw around me, to our crazy world. Through the pictures of hand washing, of six feet apart, even as flashbangs echoed in the concrete canyons of Seattle, I wrote. Tales of FBI entrapment and UFOs.
Congratulations. Yes, everything looks healthy! A blob, unrecognizable. The risks of that spike protein are now higher.
Mail in ballots substantially increases the risk of crime and VOTER FRAUD!
For a minute, it seemed like the zoom calls and the other rectangles through…
Hi there, I’m back for some reflections on some art I’ve been working on.
A while back I wrote about my photography and tackling, as David Hockney calls it, the paralyzed cyclops. Mainly, I was dealing with what I was creating as well as the problem of taking what I took photos of and making it beautiful on the flat page (or screen).
What a year, right? Well, I’ve been busy at work (thankful that I can WFH), busy writing (though, I only got one published, but working on transferring more), busy with art. Some of it dark, and some, I may be doing all wrong.
But I sense that 2020 will mainly be remembered for the pandemic. Even though it’s only 1 in a thousand people dead (in the US) and one can make comparisons to 1918 (through 1920) and how that killed more per 100k people and didn’t make a difference in terms of world events . …
The fact that we got a medical cure for the covid virus this soon after the Chinese let the world know its genetic makeup, is something of a testament to how far we’ve come to understanding disease. Having read about the past and how little they knew, and how they blamed random things or habits or actions, it shows how far we’ve come. Modern science truly is an amazing thing. 
And yet, our reaction to what was a straight forward virus that we knew how to control. Hell, read this article and see how, if you were going to…
Lots of circular firing squads (some on the right, though I think that’s for show).
Some of this, on the liberal/left side of things, sounds familiar. In fact, right before this most recent election all I saw in the liberal sites was chicken counting and people arguing about how much of a Green New Deal should be passed. I kept saying stop and just GOTV. That got me banned, and again I’ve been banned from liberal sites that would rather hand-wring and hippie punch than actually help to get out the vote. Better to keep the scream machine going, I…
At this point, there are a hundred ways to read the tea leaves of Donald’s Twitter pronouncements. Perhaps, like me, you’re hoping for a sign that things are going to get better for the Republic. Stop. Right now, the only thing that matters are grassroots movements and GOTV (and after the election, that doesn’t mean we just assume Biden will do what’s needed for us and the world).
They say hindsight is 2020
That you see the past clearly.
But they’ve never seen the past
All statues as odes to evil and looting then clutch pearls at the sight of a looted target
Made up from slave labor then and now.
And I’m thankful for the phones and their cameras which speak truth to power.
But behind it is a million dead for minerals mined by forced child labor and netting’s to make sure the workers don’t commit suicide right away.
Get to fucking work.
But really thanks for the camera phone and the social media behind it…