2015 Amuse-Bouche Archive
Paintings
“Coming from an ethnic background and living in a diverse city like Los Angeles, my work reflects my identity as an Asian American…”
Tequila, Jesus in a Nighttime City, Clock Maker, Life Is-Transition
Single life is-tequila with lime, / shots of travelers, jacks, diamonds, and then spades, / holding back aces- / mocking jokers / paraplegic aged tumblers of the night trip.…
I want to die the way my dog sleeps, In Gratitude of the Strange Phenomenon of Reynaud’s, It doesn’t spell disaster
I want to die the way my dog sleeps / a tiny, take-up-no-room-curl. / I want to live like him, too, / rising twice or thrice a day, / a lift up from a stomach, / a grin to an n, / a head-to-tail unfurl…
Summercamp Sirens, Days Like This, Rattlesnake
When cities are burning / and children sleep in your bed / you can’t measure suffering / like sugar, one tablespoon / at a time…
Dragonfall
I lost my virginity while the dragon fell. When the enormous canvas beast faltered, people flocked beneath it. Maybe they hoped their attention would encourage it to stay aloft in the dead air, like zealots of a dying god refusing to believe its power could ever wane….
PAST PERFECT: Mixed Media Quilts
“I trespass in abandoned houses. I spy on the people who once lived inside, watching them through the telescope of time…”
Erasures (NASA Air-to-Ground Voice Transcription)
The following three found poems are from the collection Roger That…
The Koreans, Terminal 3 Farewell & In the Eel Grass
In the downpour / a pair of cobras slithers / into the resort / and the restaurant empties / of foreigners. / The boy sets his tray of drinks / on a table and runs for the itak / he isn’t supposed to keep / in his locker, but does…
This Is How I Say Goodbye
I haven’t been to the place where my father isn’t buried, only ashes and the idea of him. I haven’t said my goodbyes over the patch of grass where his body doesn’t lay….
Seasonal, Lunchtime in Atlantic City, & Postscript
Hindu Santa stashes / boxes of Just for Men / under the bathroom / sink, bare scalp painted / black with faded tooth / brush bristles. Barbasol…
Mascot
I construct intimate artworks that investigate the gross romance between person and location…
A Week in the Back Bay
We wandered your city / for five days, hemmed within / those same cobbled creases, / tucked between brownstones- / mordant lines grown soft / in the damp October night…
Three Poems
Here’s the peach bathroom / that gave her new ways / to look taller—
The Flat World
There are two worlds those with the privilege of portable technology inhabit…
Stumbling: Cut Short
Our eyes tripped over a four-by-four inch bronze memorial embedded in a sidewalk in Cologne, Germany…
Birds Missing From Sky
Today you follow the holes / birds clawed into the sky…
Shaving Above the Knees
There was a pecan tree that dropped nuts across the crabgrass that surrounded her parents’ bungalow-style home. She introduced me to her rat-dog and its seven grown puppies that surrounded me, yapping away my patience, each of them dirty and unclaimed…
Lena and the Bank of America
Lena. Just Lena. My mother didn’t have a middle name, which I thought smacked of parsimony—shortchanged at birth…
New Mexico
In my next life I will come back as a Wild Mountain Woman…
For Eric Garner, Who Lost Staten Island
Inside the brain of a bank, / where the world is, / I sold my breath/ but then my breath was taken/ and sold back to me…
Some Thoughts About Why You Left, & Sweet Tooth
We both tried to kill ourselves, you with / pills, me, with a razor and a bottle of wine…
Fabric of the Cosmos, & Other Paintings
A collection of surreal ink drawings inspired by sacred geometry exploring the relationship between human perceptions and impossible worlds…
Selling Death & Bodies of Water
Even on 5th avenue, it costs money to die. / Especially if you die in a Taco Bell drive-through / or in the kitchenware aisle of Macy’s; it costs / money to die even if you flop down dead / in your own flower garden…
