these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Apr 1, 2009

POETRY bitches!

in addition to being my friends' pete and jeanne's wedding anniversary (no joke), april fool's day is also the first day of national poetry month. yay poetry! an entire month where you have every right to make excuses to read poetry, write poetry, make jokes about poets, shamelessly showcase your vocabulary and just be a big ol' poetry-loving, pompous fuck! ha! nice! so in honor of national poetry month, i've started a new banner which i'll be submitting to the Free Verse project at Poets.org and you should too. why not! it sounds pretty fun! i'll post pics as soon as i get it wrapped up.

i'll also be presenting some of my favorite poems this month too so prepare yourself for the onslaught kids! the one i picked for today seems a fitting way to kick this shit off. enjoy!


THE SUICIDE

The street coughs blood
in a linen handkerchief,
as I strut down to the river,
where the oil ships, black bars of soap,
float upright on steel spines.
The wharf has a tight, deep vagina of water
and I'm going to fuck it until it novas,
just to let everybody see
how i cut through life like a diamond
in a sack of glass, with no regrets,
and a what's it to you
to shove up your ass.

-Ai



feel free to post your favorites in the comments section all month long! happy poetry month everyone!

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