Studies in blue: photography triptych

Drafting chapter titles for my memoir

Tell me how he died

a martyr. How he waged war against the earth,
although he didn’t mean to, and so the earth
waged it back and did mean to.


A triptych of poems all called Grief

...I will descend into this chaos and /
amplify it, set the old man house /
on fire, terrify everyone with our /
ghastly visages. Can I be the victim /
in the dramatic murder scene?

Canceled, due to Roe

Virgil Abloh lives on, and the girls who /
used to write quotes on ciggies and post /
pics on Tumblr are going to eat this up.

Nice design, actually

...and Jesus said unto them, slappeth this bag, for it is my blood.

Church bartender

If I shouldn't fuck his dad as revenge, / 
then why would God make it so easy? I / 
mean there is literally no other option. 

Beekeeping age

...Do you think some people think / 
about the past and want to make sure / 
everyone is fed so no one starves?

Postcolonial Takeout Discourse

...It’s enough, there’s plenty, I just want you, to eat / 
with you. Jesus, why are you crying? How did the small, / 
hot thing find a place in your throat again?

Meg Curran

Selected work