TWO: Woodwork by BROOKE WADE by Brooke Wade Murphy

Maple Board with Live Edge

This maple board has a large handle for holding and hanging. It has a unique live edge detail visible on both front and back. Made from fragment maple gathered in Brooklyn.*

Measures 19 1/2 X 5 3/4 inches at widest.

*allergy note, finished with walnut oil. 

1. What is your current city and neighborhood? Where did you grow up?

I was born in southwestern Michigan, where I spent my first ten years. It was great being a kid in a rural area. I had so much independence at such a young age. Also my mom worked as a health care provider for migrant farmworkers, so I really understood where my food came from which I think was a very special gift. I spent my next ten years in Cincinnati, an awesome city of which I know every nook and cranny. My current home is New York City,  in the baddest borough, Brooklyn, and the baddest neighborhood, Williamsburg! Happy to be spending this decade as a Brooklynite.

 

 

2. How did you get into this type of production? What made you interested in it?

 

 

I was an English major in college, and after graduation, I didn’t have an obvious “career direction.” After few subsequent office jobs left me clammy and disillusioned, in a frenzy I decided that I was going to work for this furniture company that I had read an article about once. It was called Brooklyn Farm Table, and they made gorgeous, hulking farm tables exclusively from wood salvaged from the five boroughs. The thought that the wood of a table could have a fascinating life and story for a hundred years, and then become an essential part of a family’s life and story for another hundred really attracted me. I searched out the founder, and though the company had folded after Hurricane Sandy destroyed their shop and tools, he introduced me to some great people that landed me squarely in the woodworking world. Not many people know this about me, but before I decided to go to college, I was a professional ballet dancer. While it may seem like a complete 180 to go from ballet to woodworking, I actually think it's been a pretty natural transition. I really enjoy work that requires the body and mind to be active and in sync, and contains a level of artistry. Both ballet and woodworking demand this.

Three Poems by Soeun Seo

Your Parents Are Doing Well in Our Establishment Poems

 

Popping Bertha’s Percocets
 

It’s Friday, Friday,
gotta get down on Friday,
to Netherview Nursing Home.
Bertha’s all about sharing;
“You sexy 60’s commy,”
I whisper to her and gulp,
down on her opium pearl.
It’s sweeter than a strap-on,
her saggy vulva wraps me
like the licks of my favorite dog.
On her bruised peach thighs
she knits my hair,
she asks, “can you feel
the flower power, child?”
-“Yes! Yes I can!
I vow at this moment
forever to be your
urinary bag.” My voice spills
on the neat linoleum floor, 
“Your smell of preservatives
quench my mouth, O, Mama.”

 

 

 

 

 

Earl’s Gigantic Bong
 

Earl has a classy bong,
long, thick and black, 
jammed on his respirator. 
A couple rounds of bingo
and a wipe-down with no-rinse
washcloths will get you where you want; 
he’ll let you kiss it, tongue it. 
Nut cancer gets you
the best kind of pot
because sex is ripped
away from you like a stillborn, 
leaving you powerless. 
Even the representatives of Ohio
unite for this noble cause. 
So you see, when Earl lets you suck
on his big, dark bong, 
you should think it an honor
and get friendly. Feel that
white, creamy smoke
fill you with Earl’s new source
of power that makes the young
volunteers scream: “O Papa!”

 

 

 

 

 

Drew’s Robotrip Ticket
 

Children must never be
laughed at. So let us drink
Drew’s cold syrup, and cramp
on Bertha’s wheelchair
all together, bearing the boy’s
boiled-egg body
like birds entangled on a nest.
Uh, nurses? We’re doing something.
Earl’s turntable can spin
a vinyl Cream and rock us
to the beat of the heart
monitor. Pole dance to
Clapton on the handrail and embrace
the waves of sticky purple
Nyquil lubricating Drew’s
manhood. We will teach you
about wet dreams, O Child.

 

 

 

 

 

Soeun Seo is a poet and fiction writer, currently lost in Seoul, though she has been lost in other places before. With the poet Jake Levine, she translates the wildly sexy Korean poet Kim Yi Deum.