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° ° . An Alluviation of words ° unspoken ° ° I rive you . . if you let me ° ° and compose the sound of decay ° ° ° so you ° can spring . . . . . . TIMER

And today I dress my body green.  – Spread myself horizontal, between poles. Drawing in and in and in. re-cover-ing as an act of letting go to carry nothing and drink the flat silence into my toes.  – I tell you no.  – Fire (no longer spreading)

– If I said that I missed you,  – If I said that I still thought of you smiling across the rug peering down shrouded corridors between feathers bird seed or prints in soil – it would be true.  – – We always feel so different,  our unfamiliar ropes fingers finding music through darkness and hesitation unsteady, uncertain – in dim rooms that gradually brighten.  – we reinvent, learn to…

. The house has never been so awake  only to sleep for a brief hour . . . The eyes by the gate planted a sunflower in the garden . . The cold days The rain pouring down a thunder created by You? . . The hot days Rays of sun a flowers bed . . The black wood visited by the hour smoke and fire . . . The…

sitting down to dinner we removed our skin and dared to look into the silence passed the illusion of flesh. a shining spirit clings to a skeleton their teeth chattering afraid of the dark / afraid of the light there is a distant piano chord and the teeth, ivory keys now, disperse and travel in sea-shell patterns into the pit. into the pulse. we hung our faces on the washing…

decantation. the natural phenomenon of separating different elements over time and gravity. no tools. time. we are given time. more than ever, more than we are used to, more than we think we need. we just stand there, we just stay, we only are. we are kindly brought to stillness. and so, we allow space for gravity to reach us. gravity. gravity is constantly there pulling everything to the center,…

On the hour that inhabitation infinity came to an end, my time device stopped working. I will not archive it. I will not repair it. I will keep it and wear it around my ankle as a reminder of what I experinced and learned doing the magical time in the home: That time is fluid, and that any time framework is contructed by us. We can alter the meaning of…

I came Home I actually came Home I knew that I would, but not when I would And suddenly, I was there I felt the calm tranquility and joy rush over me when I turned down the path that seemed to shine familiar Saw My Face lighten up when I approached the gate And smiled with joy and relief Because I felt it all in an instant I felt how…

Tribute to Inhabitation Air & to the first and last build-up of Sisters Hope Home. Written at Sisters Hope Home during & following House Clearance of Inhabitation Air. Published during House Preparation of Inhabitation Infinity in heart-bursting memory of  Balance Curious Crescendo  Dramaturg Spreading Fire Spring  Timer  Air-Root Asteroid Ear Entropy & brother Glow Pieces Pioneer Sister Surfer Tide A ghost at Home – at the same time coexisting in…

II. Where’ve you gone, my darling love? She cried. You’ve disappeared. – I can’t hear the soft rising and falling  of your chest in the night,  or taste the bite of your fingers  clamped sweetly  around my own.  And it’s not until I close my eyes shut that your face appears to me. – [the gate shifts on its hinges, lavender stalks shrug and bend] – I’m still here.  I’m…