Sculptors
Hot Grasshoppers
How insipid you are, joking about our lovemaking. You’re sexual and athletic nonentities. I, in noteworthy contrast, can horizontally leap a distant meter, twenty times my body length. To match that, you’d have to long jump a hundred twenty feet. Imagine. Do you know anyone who in a day can eat his or her body…
Read MoreSlab Man
My husband left me last night not for another woman but because he just found out I loved his best friend but that shouldn’t have mattered much since that guy’d dumped me a couple of weeks earlier. I sure was feeling bad this afternoon and told my boss I had a fever and needed to…
Read MoreColossal Head and the Mesoamerican Ballgame
I know it’s not right by your standards but I don’t care about them or you, so my relentless almond eyes and flat ears, open and acute below the helmet on my Colossal Head 5, carved six-feet high into three tons of basalt, are aimed at viewers in museums who surround me on three sides.…
Read MoreBetty Finch Transforms Gourds into Sculptures
I’ve long been collecting art with enthusiasm many call obsessive but confess to being indifferent when notified by postcard last month that the Bakersfield Museum of Art would be featuring an exhibition of gourd sculptures by retired police officer Betty Finch. What the hell is a gourd? I’d heard of people drinking from them but…
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