If you could  I wish you would            come here where the white marble  get polished by bare feet 

Dear friend, I shall try and describe my world for you. I am sorry I am so slow to show myself. But it continues to be a vulnerable practice. As I understand the tableau, it is a world surrounding the poetic self. Situating yourself there, is materializing in a context.…

in reality i have one suitcase – or one backpack which constitutes my full home but in reality i cannot have one suitcase for all the persons i am around 🌢 persons i am they have different names different clothes and objects in order to fit in to this world…

I became permeable  Air is intervention It expands what is there and causes contractions when it leaves                                       I must become patient                      …

Scent of roses and dried scabs up scabs, of sticky things, old stains and pretty-wet-tea-towells. Kitchens and earthworms, Grandmothers and small gold frogs. She is the girl who lived entirely outside, who spoke to the woodlice, playing midwife to their yellow jellied eggs, with dirty feet and tattered dress. She…

~ ZRAK [air, sight, ray of light] New chapter, I’ve slipped somewhere else, the space around me feels denser and I cannot move the same way I used to, time is patience, slow and long and space is small, pressed. Through a small hole I glimpse the Sun again, just…

I changed my shoes This pair has a different sound. I travelled up, out, floating from the porch The rocking chair, and the mist that used to show me the coordinates for navigation. I changed my gun too. Buzzing. Knees bend – hair, in a straight racer line. Behind me…

.       I am here. Are you here?           .

Part Air Xeminawo — spelled X-E-M-I-N-A-W-O — is pronounced Xe-me-now. Xè comes from Xeno: stranger, outsider, outcast — those at the edge of society, like witches or cannibals, never truly welcomed, never fully accepted. Me means myself. Now calls to the present moment. Part Infinity In the Ewe language of…

A little flame burning Air Stone Stone Stone of years ago- Elegant soft movements intertwining, eating what it is fed and becoming it to. Being the centerpoint of storytelling, a warm and smokecentered reminder that you are not alone when you first share. And when the flame goes out, a…