Friday, 6 May 2011

Ode to the Drag Queen in the Beauty Shop

I walked into your shop
with its brightly colored purple exterior
looking for a massage.

You were applying warm wax to
an old woman's upper lip;
distracting her with gossip while you
smeared and ripped,
smeared and ripped.

She must have been at least seventy.
I worried about her delicate skin,
and how that must feel at her age.
But she could not have cared less, and
instead laughed wildly at your story.

You paused for a moment and walked my way
swaying your hips, your big bundão
mini-skirt, short black hair, and lined-lips.
the fake nipples poking
through your tight sweater.

You, who are so proud.
A real show of your talents,
an expert at your craft.

Next time, I want my hair cut by you.

Sunday, 1 May 2011


It's a very rainy Sunday. I've been in my pyjamas all day grading papers, doing my Portuguese homework, and watching this crazy storm on the couch by the window. I love having a balcony more than anything else about this apartment.

Here is some of the artwork I've bought since moving down here. Most of it is from Rio, but I have a few things from Salvador that I'm still deciding where to hang up. Yesterday Lisa and I took stuff to get framed at an art store near the convivencia, so I'll have two more sketches of gauchos I bought in Cordoba to add to the mix. I have no idea where I'm going to put them. I'm running out of wall space! oof.

made from a box of matches

I fell in love with the old man who painted this.


my favorite one.

mercado municipal, Salvador

mini trees made from coffee beans, cinnamon, and seeds.

poetry books. 2 reais each in Salvador.
The best one is Meus Poemas de Saudade e Amor. muito romantico <3