3 am love poem Fri 18 May

she made it so she destroyed it
we were at her mercy of suggestion
love happened at their surprise

you’re ghosting me around the city at the corner of 10th and Reed
my own house holds your ghost
slipping an arm around my shoulders on the couch
i stumble around my kitchen and fumble for
missing knives

sleep is elusive at this hour
working off of quinn’s table
wiles is under the impression that love still exists
he said he saw true hearts in ours
working in a wild way
like the weeds growing from plastic blue buckets in my concrete back yard

"Geode" Street Art Project

Street art is a ubiquitous part of most urban landscapes. However, when I usually think of the term "street art" graffiti always comes to the forefront of my mind. Living in Philadelphia has exposed me to other various forms of street art, like "yarn bombing". I like the idea of transforming our urban landscapes with street art, which was why I was so excited to come across the "Geode" Street art project by Paige Smith, who operates under the pseudonym "A Common Name". The "Geode" project alters urban landscapes by creating paper shapes that "represent geodes, crystal, quartz, or any mineral formation" that are normally found in nature:

These are installed in empty spaces, like unused public telephone boxes and holes of missing bricks on buildings. Smith uses paper, which makes their presence ephemeral. She writes, "So far I've made twenty—several have been trashed or taken away, and one has fallen apart due to rain". Smith invites people living locally to treasure hunt for her installations and features a map on her website. Do take a visit.

Light Fiction: Nancy

Tuesday

415 pm:

nancy browsed Zappo’s sale section

apathetically looking at boots named: Passion, Throne, Claudia, Lets Walk, Bullet, Peak

she particularly enjoyed Nines West's line of oh so desperate black boots: Too Late, Cashy, Platnium, Had It All...

was the owner desperate or the boot she wondered aloud

a co worker snapped her neck

what was that?

no ugh nothing says nancy

and it was back to the boots

more women’s names than others: Alison, Angie, Janessa, Daisy, Fatimah, Joan of Arctic™, Tiffany...

there was no nancy in the sale section, size 8, black boots

525 pm:

subway train ride home

no headphones

no book

trying not to catch a stranger’s eye, leaning hat head rested on Poly(methyl methacrylate), the same waterbottle

chasing a rat or was the rat chasing it? up and down the aisles up and down

a boy came through the doors, large home made sugar cookies in a cardboard box,

cookies a dollar

no money, sorry says nancy

tinny bass sounds, at least 3 different languages, whispers, shouts, stop at city hall, interchange of passengers bringing new conversations, wistful young couples, young professionals in overcoats and boots and tweed

nancy wonders what woman’s name is attached to another young woman’s boots with

a jaunty step off onto the platform of her destination