“We are nothing but images of images. Reality, including ourselves, is nothing but a thin and fragile veil, beyond which … there is nothing.”
Italian physicist Carlo Rovelli
Thank you for being here.

A rose is a rose.
A nose is a nose.
A crow is a bird.
A turd is a turd.
Thank you for being here.

That house over there.
There’s something behind it.
It hints of things we cannot see.
Nevertheless, it is there.
The house behind a house.
Thank you for being here.

“In the forest a hunter meets an art show.”
René Magritte
Thank you for being here.

Let me take you down
’Cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for having me.

Breakfast of Champions!

White boy, singing. Black girl, singing.
Stop singing!
They continue to sing.
White boy says he doesn’t understand,
so Itouch his cheek as I explain
that I want him to
STOP SINGING!
I fear that, perhaps,
I have gone too far.

A man calls out from behind me
as I walk…

Where do I fit in?

This is a question many foods have pondered throughout eternity. Take pinto beans, for example. They have their place… beaners. Now consider bouillabaisse. What do you think of when you see the word bouillabaisse? Something’s fishy, right? Like a dirty French girl. …

Penny, I have a hunch I know what happened to those eggs.

You do, Sky? Tell me while I slip out of my costume.

Keep your costume on, Penny. You’re my niece.

Oh, Sky! Why can’t we just forget about all that?

Because you’re my niece, that’s why. I just…

Woman walks into a bar.
Church bells are playing on the radio in my head.
No melody to speak of.

She pauses behind each patron.
Barely brushes their backs with her fingertips.
Walks on.
I’m up now. A shiver shakes me.

She sits.

Why me?
I want your energy.
And what do…

Four papayas lie
nestled in a nut brown bowl.
Who are you, really?