Trish Oxford

Entrepreneur | Creative | Technologist

Trish Oxford is a consultant, writer and artist specializing in digital communications to market and promote cultural initiatives driven by results. I am interested in inclusion and diversity rooted in accessibility. I am currently an idea factory and am absorbed in learning, listening and thinking about solutions.

Most recently I served as the Assistant Director of Marketing & Communications at Reynolda House Museum of American Art in Winston-Salem, NC. My professional experience is anchored in technology, sales, and project management having worked for Yahoo! Inc., Cisco Systems, and my own online furniture company.

My academic experience is entrenched in the creative arts. I earned my MFA in Media Arts at California College of the Arts in San Francisco, CA and my BA in English Literature & Creative Writing from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.

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July 08, 2020  /  Trish Oxford

Written in 2009, Chat was an post-modern experiment that cut and paste found instant message conversations from the early days of dating my then-boyfriend and now-husband, Clayton.

Chat

By Trish Oxford

you have to take this exit off the interstate  Sometimes  

I see him through my mother's eyes     in other news  the cave is leaking               Clayton: on a boat


make a right, then left right at this street hill,  batwoman and superman and if I did I didn't

Clayton: ?          me: well

too sleeves to hearts no problem

water-spout in the gulf stream

organ donor party


during the prohibition era, whiskey east, midwest up to chicago trains out of TN

the old fort, pray, drugs & drinking

I saturate like the wet carpet of a leaking room

perfume honeymoon


panther piss or as I to call honey do vine water

leave the foot hills on that liquid courage, and the world is yours at 190 proof          afraid they wanted me to shut up

plus there is a wedding in miami with alot of russian mafiosous


your light would be a lady, there light was a whore

hat cool sounds   I don't know what that means

Clayton: cheap      gap-toothed hooker

days inn Orlando days in FL


craxy pass the trailers, junk yard and river, and then you will find it

moonshine joint named cosby's

tennessee wrinkles-worries


tell them much shine cherries and barney barnwell at

thunder road hills sayin' - makin' a run

Tennessee seems like a world of a different time

or something like I am all nerves

Clayton: on a boat from' 800+

strove sounds in the past  like superman

but from the harbor the wind fills my sails

navigation by the stars

hell, I should just buy you 10 tickets on different dates to choose


I write better about water than roads

tributaries trickling down to the delta

so deep it elicits the marrow of my soul

tributaries trickling down to the delta


so deep it elicits the marrow of my sold

clayton is typing....

just a foothill fellow will you

i have always heart-sleeved Clayton: me too

clay exposed

me: open and exposed

 

Clayton is typing…

sailing life coast to coast    

me: POP  (insert dance here)

so even further my father   my mother my future


no confidence - i do

no strength - i do

no beauty - i do

our love still anymore anyways


things are catching up with me

I didn't really talk to anyone

far from beautiful

further from normal


I am too tired to pretend to be ok

I knew inside that I needed to go home

something is/was wrong with me

my daddy men


email sonya

call Thea

empty litter Box

categories / creative writing
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