“As I sat up side down
In my teal green 1992 Toyota Corolla
Fully loaded with my pottery and other possessions
Water rushing in and death feeling imminent
I made the most decisive decision I have ever made
I wanted to live.”
A river worn piece of brick, an antique Gillette razor package found within the walls of our house in Brewerytown (Philadelphia), Wissahickon schist, half of a low fire translucent box I made at Watershed Center for The Ceramic Arts, a terra-cotta me, a few of my grey hairs (lovingly pulled from my head by Meredith Host) a piece of my 1992 Toyota Corolla drivers side window that was stuck in my elbow for 4.5 years.