tear in the fabric

Kashi Mai is a photographer who has lived in Japan, Ireland, Texas, Mexico, and Milwaukee. She has had exhibitions in Wisconsin and Ireland. Her photos have been used on various websites including HeadStuff.org.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

so, is it worth moving fast? i want time outside to hurry up

He said that time doesn’t pass the same for everyone. When you go fast, he said, the world around you changes shape, and time outside starts moving slower.


Sunday, October 18, 2015

“neutrality’s hard on my feelings”

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

you led the way



that bridge is on fire


as if









i'm froze










"I started writing hundred of poems and sending them out. You know poetry doesn't pay anything, it was just a form I needed. Kind of a passionate, pleasurable, selfish, nice form where you can scream a bit. I guess I needed to scream a little bit." 
Charles Bukowski







six foot over



i've kept



you've ever done








calcium sipper








you led the way


Tuesday, September 29, 2015

the first month







Tuesday, March 31, 2015

on the weekend


your guru knew



じゃまたね


as the propping of girls' uchimata feet

"Although I did not share my father's intense aversion to ugliness, which often led us to associate with stupid people, I felt vaguely uncomfortable with anyone devoid of physical charms.  Their resignation to the fact that they were unattractive seemed to me somehow indecent."


feeling any of this


electric guitar



steady as the water that fell past us



Monday, February 9, 2015

Ohio Behind Us

When we ask our mother how long we'll be here,
sometimes she says for a while and sometimes
she tells us not to ask anymore
because she doesn't know how long we'll stay
in the house where she grew up
on the land she's always known.
When we ask, she tells us
this is where she used to belong
but her sister, Caroline, our aunt Kay, has moved
to the North,
her brother Odell is dead now,
and her baby brother, Robert, says he's almost saved
enough money to follow Caroline to New York City.
Maybe I should go there, too, my mother says.
Everyone else, she says,
has a new place to be now.
Everyone else
has gone away.
And now coming back home
isn't really coming back home
at all.
Jacqueline Woodson‬, Brown Girl Dreaming

Friday, January 2, 2015

gingeretrosa

"I can't say it. I'll explode if I can't say it."