AG2024_1960350aa or I don’t remember the fear of that year


[…]

But on this day
we sit in that room and play cards together
while I slip my papers in the half-moon tray
and take a number, wait for someone
behind the bulletproof glass to say

take another. And I feel only love.
I don’t remember the fear of that year,
or the fear of the years that hover
before and after. I remember
the windowless room and, outside,

Beforetimes, Margot Kahn

spaces where time flickers

Zura Lagarde, The Silent Pulse Beneath Still Stone, Artmedia Gallery, April 25 – July 30, 2025.

“I perceive the spaces where time flickers—where déjà vu hums like a distant echo, where a breath feels borrowed from another life.”


AG2020_1820771a or Diurnal respite on the Matanzas; inventing forms of escape; spend the good days readying for it.

Untitled (Diurnal respite on the Matanzas; inventing forms of escape; spend the good days readying for it.) 2020. Archival pigment print, 60 x 40 inches. Shown in Wander and Errancies at CEAM, 2020.


spend the good days readying for it might need an edit. It might refer to something that I noted; I will have to check. Spent good days readying for it. Spent the goods readying for it. Spent the good part of a day. Spent the better part of a day. Spent the good part of many days readying for it. Spent days readying for it. Spend days readying for it.


Only instruction. Not a dwelling.

Or if you must dwell:

The sweet smell of weeds then.

The sweet smell of weeds now.

An endurance. A standoff. A rest.

Weeds, Diane Seuss