Over the weekend

I couldn't sleep so I decided to develop some photos despite the fact it was 4 or 5am. I was under the El, along Front Street by Berks station because there was a communal storage tub of developer there, next to the abandoned store fronts and overgrown lots. As I began to dip my photographs into the solution, I took notice of the withering prints in the tub that had been deserted by artists. They were all photographs of young women who must be grandmothers by now, either that or far gone from this place.

Just Recently-

The other month I discovered that Chris' bed sheets were light sensitive and recorded our movements and the shape of our bodies- like a giant photo-gram. The bed sheets became darker and darker as the morning light crept into his room and the space beneath us remained light from our bodies hiding it from the sun.

The other morning when I was opening a package of poptarts, I realized the poptarts were light sensitive as well. The pastries turned black instantly as I exposed them to light, leaving the spaces of white where I had pulled them out of the packaging.

The Other Day

A few days ago, the house I grew up in became a farm house. One you see driving through rural New Jersey. The land was flat and the air was warm, a purple haze along the horizon as the sun set. My mom and dad got back together. They loved each other again, just for a day, but I'm so thankful for it. Something that hasn't happened for 13 years, at least. They were all in the family room watching television together with my twin and our dead family dog. This was when I was upstairs and discovered that my great-grandmother has possessed the dresser in my room. Her spirit angrily shook and rattled the wooden drawers. I flew down the steps to go tell my mother, only to find myself in North East Philadelphia up near Pennypack Park off the Delaware River. I frantically began gathering people, people I didn't even know, to come see the spirit of my great-grandmother. We never made it there before the sunset.

Yesterday

All my great grandmother's furniture fit into my apartment. The huge wooden dining room table, the dressers, the big dark Victorian painting of the queen clad in pearls with two men. To make this possible, our apartment had expanded and sprouted windows where I hung Rocco light blue and gold curtains. We painted the walls a lime green. In my spare time, I walked from the Pine Barrens in New Jersey along the train tracks home. Along the way home my entire family was having a party. My father and his new wife, her children, my family in Italy and even my dad's side was there. I'm pretty sure I saw my dead grandfather there too. It was great, wonderful food. My mother is dating a buff half Italian half African man and the Broad Street line created a new station around the corner from my dad's home in Wynnewood.


Hunters Lane and Rolling Road Broad Street Line Station : Wynnewood