Lilacs in a Happy Chef Jar

This photo-series is dedicated to my friend Sam because Lilacs really do remind her of death and she got me one of my first jobs at Happy Chef in Waterloo, which recently closed. I picked the Lilacs from my backyard and they have since withered and decayed themselves…

Barn-House

trees bend and wave, flowers remind me of running through bushes with purple bunches, floral and lush until the snap–a swing-set unmovable-cemented haphazardly in the backyard with all its knobby trees and rotten leaves. apple-core eyes are smokey and coiling under an invisible chain-link fence for dogs, cutting the bandit’s neck staining bare feet like […]

Eulogy

She was very strange from an early age. She collected books and loved to organize and count them. Even when she was little the books she read were morbid. She used to ride her bike down the hills of the cemetery near her best friend’s house. They used to steal discarded flower arrangements from the […]

Spidery Veins

I dye thick curls in cherry pie filling. If the scent catches your attention… follow the trail of crunched up leaves, abandon your clothes in the tall trees. I’ll pack down the trail, the weeds and the dead leaves. Stale flowers crumble in the breeze. Around us the moon spills for miles around I hear […]