superheroes & media & hopeful moping
Recipe For An Intimate Party (part icicle part hair one part liquor part of growing up) (part animal part of speech part of a crew becoming a part of pouring out) Prepare. It’s not a race it’s not about you it’s about flesh’s dip and eclipse of limbs and sweet slices of clamorous apples and…
I got to chat with Lex The Lexicon Artist about her new album Alter Ego, branching into influential anime, the state of being a Chinese-American artist during the COVID-19/coronavirus pandemic, and also deez nuts. Dom: Hi there. Please introduce yourself, for those who may be unfamiliar or would confuse you with the Superman antagonist! Lex:…
Red Shift The light never turns green. A deer jumps into the middle of the road. The road divides ahead, the streetsigns are handwritten and houses stand far from the sidewalk. The radio coughs static. The heat works. There’s always the chance we’re very, very lost. That cop signals and suggests we might call it…
A poem I wrote a while back, revised for today, which is World Poetry Day. In villanelle form, about isolation in a university dorm, seems relevant to pandemic-propagated events.
Holy batshit, batpeople, BIRDS OF PREY is powerful. It is an action-comedy escapade about a squad of DC Comics’ most beloved women characters, including Harley Quinn, Huntress, Black Canary, Renee Montoya, and Cassandra Cain. The film also does a thing which may befittingly fly under the radar: it displays a distinctly Asian American artistic aesthetic…
