An encounter with the artist
Ulrich and I discovered our first ghost during our second week in Wuppertal*.
We were on a late afternoon walk after Kaffee und Kuchen (coffee and cake) at a nearby café. “Ooooooh, look!
Yuelian Hong
we were teenagers (cause = time)
I was twelve and you were fourteen. A mop of dirty blond hair grazed the tops of your hazel-green eyes, your black rectangle glasses resting sideways on your nose.
Reflections on my time at a very large company
Most of the time, when I tell people I’m leaving the company, the first thing they ask is where (as in, what other company?) I’m going to next.
I smile sheepishly
Every tree trunk looks like Gettysburg
Lately,
on walks,
I’ve been struck by the quiet violence
endured by trees.
Some slow, lurching force
has boiled up from their hearts,
erupted onto their bark,
leaving cracks.
Some cracks are
what is a real friend?
one of my first friends was vicky, a chubby chinese-american girl with pigtails
who my mom babysat after school each day. she would ride the bus home with me
and spend 1 or