Euthanasia
You fell asleep in a space I cannot reach, a syntax of skin reworked to chalk. The needle slips, unthreads your knot: you’ve breathed me out cordage pooling between my fingers, incomplete. I pour libation, stale and old, sit in the dark, worship your final moments. I see it now as the peace of volcanic […]
Graciela Among the Seri
In 1970, after the death of her six-year-old daughter, Graciela Iturbide found herself in photography. In 1978, she visited the indigenous Seri people, a small clan who live on the Sonoran coast, who have survived attempts by Spanish conquistadors and then Mexican federales to uproot them, who speak an isolated language, who keep no written […]
The Go-Between
—After Lady Writing a Letter with Maid. Johannes Vermeer. 1670 How eagerly my Lady bade me to her room, fussing at my apron till I produced the note. Still warm from running, I saw the flush rise from breast to throat as she broke the seal and read at such speed as made her breathless. […]