Let There Be Light

Let there be light:    on Sascha’s deformed rib cage    on Renee’s last words to her murderer    on every human. Let there be light on every human,    & if light feels like a blessing,       wherever light feels like a blessing,    let there be light. Let there be light on every human,    & if light feels like… Continue reading Let There Be Light

My best work

Probably about half is missing– large parts of what makes a person, torn off, bloodied and ragged, or atrophied – what would've otherwise formed, but it was the survival years. Everything is stitched up, the damage contained in real time. It does not look nice, but she was a toddler learning to sew and forgetting… Continue reading My best work