WHO IS RONNIE WATTS?

THE DAILY DOG

CHANTAL JOFFE | SELF-PORTRAITS

 

 

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VALLADOLID | 2020

I’ve just donated this painting for the Austin Pets Alive auction.

The auction ends September 26th, so go check it out now!

Valladolid, 2020

30 x 40 on canvas

mixed media | acrylics + graphite

(shipping included if purchased outside of Austin city limits)

 

♥ RUTH BADER GINSBURG ♥

In an already unfathomable year of darkness, RBG’s departure takes me further into a cave of despair. She did so much for us. She hung on so long for us and now the wolves are circling and salivating. May her extraordinary life and all of her service give us the strength to be ruthless as we hurtle towards this fractious election Ruth Less.

portrait by Alison Van Pelt

THE DAILY DOG

COLD SOLACE

When my mother died,
one of her honey cakes remained in the freezer.
I couldn’t bear to see it vanish,
so it waited, pardoned,
in its ice cave behind the metal trays
for two more years.

On my forty-first birthday
I chipped it out,
a rectangular resurrection,
hefted the dead weight in my palm.

Before it thawed,
I sawed, with serrated knife,
the thinnest of slices —
Jewish Eucharist.

The amber squares
with their translucent panes of walnuts
tasted — even toasted — of freezer,
of frost,
a raisined delicacy delivered up
from a deli in the underworld.

I yearned to recall life, not death —
the still body in her pink nightgown on the bed,
how I lay in the shallow cradle of the scattered sheets
after they took it away,
inhaling her scent one last time.

I close my eyes, savor a wafer of
sacred cake on my tongue and
try to taste my mother, to discern
the message she baked in these loaves
when she was too ill to eat them:

I love you.
It will end.
Leave something of sweetness
and substance
in the mouth of the world.

Anna Belle Kaufman

(for my mama, Olga Jacinta Barrios | 1928-2007)

ARTICULATED

Welcome to the Turbulent Twenties

Guide to Living Well into the Next Decade

Short interviews with USPS workers

Some kids are just so creative!

JO Barrios | Paper bags, 2020

THE DAILY DOG

UNVEILING

In the cemetery
a mile away
from where we used to live,
my aunts and mother
my father and uncles lie
in two long rows,
almost the way
they used to sit around
the long planked table
at family dinners.
And walking beside
the graves today, down
one straight path
and up the next,
I don’t feel sad, exactly,
just left out a bit,
as if they kept
from me the kind
of grown-up secret
they used to share
back then, something
I’m not quite ready yet
to learn.

Linda Pastan, 1991

JO Barrios | Flores, 2020

REDFISH LAKE | STANLEY, IDAHO

SIEMPRE, LUIS!