Val Ramirez
Val Ramirez is less Val Ramirez these days and more of a hueful specter full of knowing and unknowing— a Color Ghost if you will. Not unlike other countless Color Ghosts before me, I can typically be found disappearing into a fine mustard mist, caterwauling cobalt words, and/or haunting the space behind your left ear.
I’m chasing the rumor of rain these days. Painting and writing these days. Collecting $200 when I pass Go these days. Missing those days these days. Hoping the spirit passes over me these days. Not religious these days. Hoping for hoping these days. Counting days these days. Got a prickly pear cactus for a heart these days. Finding it wasn’t enough these days. A pungent, gasoline Jesus these days. My name is not Sorry these days.
