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Casual Academia
Past Exhibitions
Chick House
Daphne Adorned
Fruiting Bodies
Meet Your Gremlin, Make Your Gremlin
Performances
Blueberry Picking
Blueberry Run
Fecal Presentation
Videos
Blueberry Pie
Research
Equine Studies
K. c. ishima
Experiments
Yasai-Kaki
Ohana-zumi
HerbHag Classes
Info
9.8.2018
9.15.2018
9.23.2018
9.29.2018
10.6.2018
9.7.2016

I climb with my fingertips, these easy inclines, to dance on humble mountain tops. Small soft protrusions signaling hard-won gains. This body, now, at last, ripening at the edges, in preparation to be skewered and consumed. These cheekbones, for example, have slightly risen and I see the glowing smile of my mother. That of apple, round and red. The same ones she used to playfully bite when I was little.

Beneath my shirt, it’s warm and dark. Concealed from the public, a couple of mushroom caps have spawned. The darkening of the areola and the budding of a dry fountain. Buried and plowed in a barren land, slightly moist with stagnant waters. I am a valley full of weeds, bursting with life. These are the fruits of my tireless labor and yet who am I to mother?


I climb with my fingertips, these easy inclines, to dance on humble mountain tops. Small soft protrusions signaling hard-won gains. This body, now, at last, ripening at the edges, in preparation to be skewered and consumed. These cheekbones, for example, have slightly risen and I see the glowing smile of my mother. That of apple, round and red. The same ones she used to playfully bite when I was little.

Beneath my shirt, it’s warm and dark. Concealed from the public, a couple of mushroom caps have spawned. The darkening of the areola and the budding of a dry fountain. Buried and plowed in a barren land, slightly moist with stagnant waters. I am a valley full of weeds, bursting with life. These are the fruits of my tireless labor and yet who am I to mother?