the river

i like falling into the river

i fall into the emerald green and cold
most awake feeling that
freezes my body into a tiny

human jewel

or myriad jeweled atoms
flickering with abandon at random points

and a feeling too lost to remember comes back
and everything sad is suddenly fleeting
flushing, rushing abundance and

birds, lizards, and fish swim cumulus
in white green and blue light forever
mesmerized by the inevitable
motion of everything

and yet the specifics
are equally available
in this dream

the man with colored tattoos
like cartoons virtually moving
across his arms as the river records them and
beautiful girls

so many beautiful girls
reminding me

that the world is a treasure trove
and everyone breathes the same air
with different voices
and poisons flickering through them and out again

circling like helicopters
it is almost
too much to bear

but then i lie down again
beside the green river

and i remember to breathe
being inside it

and what it feels like to be completely alive
inside the dream

a day makes

if you are awake to it
frolicking

kick boxing

i went to see kick boxing last night and
let me tell you it was
nothing like i thought it would be
it was quite

fantastic

half dance and a hell of a lot of
punching but

there was a man there who had
only sideburns

nothing else

like an invisible man, really
just a big pair of bushy sideburns
and

i kind of loved it

i am not sure i am allowed to say it but
the girls in the audience looked tougher
than the boxers

and the boxers in the audience swayed
with the same movements of the men in the ring
shaking the benches

so you knew
immediately
who was truly participating and who
was just watching

like the well-groomed businessmen slightly
salivating on the side for some unknown
reason

anyway

i was struck with astonishment that i lasted
the evening there and that i fell in love
with at least one

of the boxers

WON illustration of the year

i am very happy to announce
i took home the prize for
illustration of the year

from the desktop create: awards 2006

my lovely friends lia and rosie
accompanied my to the awards ceremony
where the competition was stiff
but i managed to squeeze through
as the winner

gallons of champagne ensued
and i am still recovering

grateful to those who
voted for me

many, many thanks

pop 13

linger too long and you pass through seeing

into seeing something new
or becoming completely distracted

and daydreaming yourself off a cliff

like when you find yourself staring
at someone on the bus

only you were looking through them
into another region
but they don't know that and move

very abruptly from your
field of vision

i fail to see when i linger too long on something

glimpses are often better than
long, drawn out gaping

(unless you are in love
in which case every atom
unleashes universes)

it is good to breathe something in
but not until you forget it

try glimpsing at things
and then try spending one single day

taking nothing
for granted

pop 13
interview

zolton

this week i was added to

lost at e minor

a well-written and impecably edited
online collection of artists

run by zolton

and i won't go on and on
about how pretty i think
his name is

spunk interview

new interview is up here:

Spunk United magazine
out of Singapore.

hope you enjoy it!

bad girl

i have been a bad girl
neglecting my news + diary section

it's just that
i have been so busy i might
need to hire an assistant soon

now you can spank me
or you can be my daddy
and buy me a pony

(yes i wrote that because i think it is funny)