The bodhisattva was so overwhelmed by the suffering in the universe that the deity’s head split into eleven pieces.
Art
Eleven years sober and another year older.
Mirrors to Deflect Danger
Why does the wind leave us feeling so exhausted and harassed?
The Effects Are Deeper Than the Struggle to Remain Upright
After all these years, how well do I know her taste? How well does she know mine?
The Games We Play in Museums
I've been stuck on the last 20% of a story I'm writing about a haunted frequency, so I went to the museum to shake some ideas loose.
The Moment Dots Become a Pattern
A floppy-eared dog gnawed a bone while a clown smiled above the bed.
Tiny Figures Among the Stones
I still find myself stopping in the street, stunned by how low the clouds hang on this island.
Violent Light
They’re Making Video Poems About the 1990s
Evensong
The Faces of His Subjects Melt in the Rain
Maybe it's limbic and hardwired, this desire to see the divine rather than hear or touch.
Ecce Homo
There are over a thousand responses from visitors now, far more than we anticipated at this point.
Extension
Respiration
Temptation
Devotional Image
A Longing Almost Too Painful to Witness
The Galleries Were Mostly Empty
Saturday afternoon at the museum. 25% capacity, masks, and decals on the floor reminded us to keep our distance.
Monument
Sometimes I find comfort in a two-thousand-year-old myth about a Chinese emperor.