When I am speaking_02 copyWHEN I AM SPEAKING
clear glass bell, laser ink on pedestal
2.5″ (d) x 5″ (h)


When I am speaking_01


They look at me in the glass
and say they can’t hear me.
So they start disappearing
and I move to an island
where a lone swimmer might stop by
and speak his ocean to me.
I climb high to gather rare nuts
for my future guest.
But the tide never goes down.
No one can come.
Then I realize
I too have disappeared.