Month: December 2025
SHELTER
SHELTER Three beats followed by a pause, a dog’s heart is wild— a rib cave made from wet trees.
The Moon in Mono
Dear Someone Somewhere, Last night the moon slept on my lap. The VHF radio was transmitting a sea of frequencies, the campfire was licking its old wounds and I was trying to send signals to those who are out carrying the same world on their laps, listening. In Oregon, we gather around fire when the […]
OVER A CLIFF, 3AM
__ Wind opens a page,sea-salt coats my evening tea—many moons dive in. __ Listening to Ceremonyby Galaxie 500 – https://youtu.be/92Nkrav2-Aw
BETTY ROXAS-CHUA 姚
The hardest day of the yearbegins with lifting the receiverand saying her name on myamateur ham radio. CQ…CQ…CQ…Calling all stars. Makeway for my weak frequency.I don’t speak the languageof my dead as fluently. #loss #17years #betty #mother
So Let Me Kiss This Beautiful Dent On the Ground and Think of Violins and Violins and Violins
File under: ephemeral work,photograph&release program,hold your breath, the observantnature of evidence, after the poem,not art/not a poem, not imaginationbut the constant flitting memoryand anchorism through writing,drawing, touching, and othersignificant dark&beautifulmatter-ing of foundlings whoto this day still sleep underkitchen tables to rememberfaces, hands, and other shapesmemory&breath have madeand are naturally forgetting. Yes. File under: hand pressed […]