your christmas gift is obligations of being water you must flow not with the current – but flow glisten – like with the sun everything else is illusions of the surface the nature of convection finding the pearls at the bottom of a furious ocean the outcasts – the forgotten…

at night death lies by my side like a shadow I dare not look but I imagine she is a spherical form of tiny black dots a dark mist in a slender human shape she reminds me a little of you when you’re dark and as she lies there by…

on a mountain of naked human bodies draped in honey fire I taste your scorched unloved with a tongue of impaled desire then patiently dig my way down through lustful flesh in molten souls a thrumming sound of a pure calint mesh from wounds and dirt offerings that hurt to…

I exist with the skin of a wolf that weaves waves of intoxicating scents around my nest warm against my chest as I write write and write with flames as light I exist like a wolf haunted and delirious torn by barbed wire the small death, the furious fire I…

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . what were thcse frames that ncw seize to unexist all thcse adventurcus names left hcmeless in a mist lcst letters in rain ycu granted me with immense…

. a distant memory of when there were scents of bloom frequencies of unfurling unknowing yearning sensing across hills and hollows our childhood corroded the mournful call of the house over glaciers of youth and whispers tears alloyed by the hands of time you see us in the archive footprints…

I fall from an ancient tower into soft mud nothing but fun pulled up by dinosaurs to burn in the eyes of a patient sun drink from oceans of past goodbyes a wonderful wedding where everyone else but me are dressed as god the wants and the wills endure the…

I may belong to just one word in a tenuous lullaby unsung by a silent bird my heart gropes for that single sigh in the swamps of lanterns lit the paths ahead bit by bit but never less grateful each day led tentatively I dream for absolutely nothing do I…

Integrating… embodying… Keeping a slow pace… Letting go of boundaries… Building my own cocoon so the darkness and the winter season can continue… Focus on touch, the sensations on my skin… A solar eclipse in my living room… Moments of silence at dinner Christmas eve… ❤❤❤

like a moth I waited   to remember my strength that balance between rest and resistance   remember my grey more water than brick unfolding   is brave but so is waiting