Shake it up & throw it at something hard began in a dream (speaking of babies, we said bombs) and grew into an exploration of the sentence as both delivery system and blast wave.
Many of these pieces were built while I lived in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. China had constructed an oil rig in waters so disputed they have no agreed-upon name, and anti-Chinese protests swelled not far from my family’s home. Factories burned. Rhetoric swirled like smoke, like fear. Every body ticked.