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kirsten kaschock

Rather than transcribing lived experience directly, I choose to make strange the almost-familiar. Why? Because we also need the ineffable.

Wreathlife

Wreathlife

In June of 2022, I moved to Baltimore. First, I spent six months traveling back and forth between Philadelphia and Charm City (a nickname I was sadly unfamiliar with before we decided to relocate to this place). During my visits I ripped out carpets, sanded and stained stairs, painted cabinetry, and deep-cleaned this Tardis House (it’s bigger on the inside). In the end, I was so thrilled with what Danny and I - and my brother Misha who redid the entire kitchen soup-to-nuts - had made. I expected to spend the next 10 years here. If I was lucky, even longer. It was not to be. This spring the regime has made federal work (Danny was a program officer at the NSF) untenable. We are moving to NEPA. But I have loved this home by the harbor and wanted to take a moment to mourn it in the midst of all else we are mourning.

Ninth House

Breasts and Egg

Breasts and Egg