Friends Of My Great-grandmother's On Vacation, 1977.

I read some poetry last night for the @impossiblelanguage poetry series in Memphis, TN, with two other wonderful poets from the Northeast.

1. Impossible Language banner

2. Me reading poems

3. Douglas Piccinnini reading poems

4. Chris Hosea reading poems, with projection art by Jane V. Hsu

Waikiki Beach II. Eleventh from Vacation series.

My great-grandmother. True badass and fashion pioneer. January 1977, Memphis, TN.

My aunt and my great-grandmother, 1978. Memphis, TN.

Wildebeest. Hwange National Park, Zimbabwe. 1989.

A poem of mine over at @txtobjx -- such a lovely journal <3

The beautiful room is empty

Where is the body that continues to live after reading through the prayers of childhood?

Where is the body that empties itself every morning, hoping to remain empty?

Where is the body that passes by the doorway to the beautiful room, wringing

its terrible hands, consumed with entering? Where is the body that never forgets?

Jonathan May 07 22 16

I’m 30 today!

My great-grandmother and my grandmother. Such beautiful ladies.

RIP to you both, and all my love.