These three poems will appear in George Wallace's latest book, "Shadow of the Slow Decline" (Blue Light Press, SF Ca), scheduled for release in the spring of 2017.
SHE LIVES IN A LITTLE PLACE OF BOATS
The Ballad of Sexual Dependency, Photographs by Nan Goldin
At The Museum of Modern Art, New York, through February 12, 2017
Downtown New York in the late Seventies and early Eighties looms larger than ever in public imag...
The Family Tree
To all the sons and all the daughters of all the mothers and all the fathers who blessed their children with the demons that drove them to greatness:
Happy Mother’s Day Mother, this two-dollar gift ca...
Mystic Meanderer, Solo Exhibition by Eric Jiaju Lee
Silk Road Gallery, 83 Audubon Road, New Haven, Connecticut. Through November 19, 2016
At this point in the Twenty-First Century, some impression of “Chinese art” h...
Erik La Prade
On a particular February 2011, afternoon, I spent part of the day in June Leaf's studio, watching her work, and listening to her talk about her work. As I sat in a wooden office chair, I watched Leaf busily untangling some s...
The house felt like Christmas, at least that’s all young Louie Laszlo could think to compare it to. Mama made a special dinner, cleaned the house more thoroughly than her nurse’s job usually allowed, and lit the scented ...
Itinerant Architectures is a series of sculpture, installations, architectural interventions and site-specific works. Drawing on ideas of the nomadic, the transient, opportunism and frontierism, it considers domestic ci...
Windows of deserted factories
shimmer on a humid night
in the parking lot lights
as we stand absorbed in thought
looking down the empty street.
I am reluctant to break
the long silence enclosing us.
Sounds travel ...
J. D. King
Only two days after Brian met her at a cocktail party, he walked out the front door of his home on Cape Cod, left it all behind: the ocean view, the bank account, the credit card, the mortgage, the car payments, the wife, th...
Yearning for homeland!
Yearning for homeland! Long
It's completely all the same to me –
Where completely alone
To be, over which stones to trudge
With a market tote, on the way home,
Into a hous...