Maritza Ruiz-Kim

Artist, San Francisco Bay Area

Memorial Morning

I went to the Lafayette Crosses this morning. It’s not something I’ve been able to plan ahead to do. I can’t predict how I’ll feel the morning of, which is today. Would I want to stay snuggled in my warm Read more…


The Most Unorganized Imperfect Thing

Good morning. It’s Friday, January 13th, 2017. I started writing at 9am and it’s 12:30pm now. (Now it’s almost 1:30 as I fix to upload this after re-reading and minor editing. It takes me a long time to write/post.) This Read more…


Crash. Boom. Opera. (Or: my bike crash in the clear light of day.)

Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of a kid doing basketball drills, bouncing the ball in that monotonous way. The picture of the afternoon sunlight on a driveway, the passing of time marked by the mundane. The beat. The beat. The beat. Read more…


The Architecture That Isn't

Over the years, I’ve noticed whenever there’s been a demolition in an area I think I know pretty well, I still can’t for the life of me remember what used to be there before the crews blew it up or Read more…


The dream I dreamed.

A dream I had in mid-July: I was walking among houses that had paths between them. I walked a narrow path between the backs of some houses and got to a part where backyards opened up on both sides of Read more…


Part III: The End of Foreboding

“However many years a man may live, let him enjoy them all. But let him remember the days of darkness, for they will be many. Everything to come is meaningless.” “Cast your bread upon the waters, for after many days Read more…


Part II: The Middle of Somewhere

My mom and I still talk easily about death. We always have, because she is at peace. She talks about her last wishes and where she wants to be (near her mother.) My boys share my preoccupation-with/sensitivity-to death & disaster. Read more…


Part I: The Start of the End

Part I: The Start of the End Sometimes I have the opposite of that common fear: The Fear of Dying. Instead I have: The Fear of Living Too Long. I’m sure the two are related. Who’s to say how long Read more…


Breaking Waves

My last blog post was five months ago. I left off with the notion that sometimes things have to break before they become better. Break the ground to plant the seed. Prune the tree. Break up, break out. At the Read more…


Goodbye from here

I lost my nephew. He was in the army, in Afghanistan for 3 weeks, and now he’s gone. 22 years old, and gone. Married, a father to a little baby boy, and he’s gone. Now that death has visited my Read more…


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