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...
Nowhere to Go
A paw emerged
threatening my conscience
Your scent eludes me.
A needle punctures a tire
A bomb explodes
Scoring the walls.
Roof Dog, Ave. B, E. 4th & E. 5th St., 1981, photograph by Phili...
MONKEYS ON CRESTON AVENUE
The Bronx, 1985
B--short for Beatrice--was the last of the Irish
living at 2208 Creston Avenue.
When I moved there in ‘75 her older brother
was staying with her after a stroke prevented hi...
As The Insurance Dwindles
In this house made of wood mother formulates ancestry cleans the fish
and makes the rooms habitable despite the incessant drilling.
As the insurance dwindles in each room an ornament rejoices...
Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
I never get mad, I get even —
written in glitter on the broad back
of a fat man’s blue jean jacket.
except the dust & grease. Grace being
a monument not to survival, but to
Moon Walk Blues
I’m not following the moon
The moon is following me
I just want to go home
My hands are closed
But not fisted
For I’m not angry
I pace up & down
To see the secret of summer
After Seeing Bernie Sanders Win the New Hampshire Democratic Presidential Primary
After nine difficult health years dealing with Lyme disease and neck surgery,
I lived long enough to see the first democratic-socialist in...