In the past year, I fell in future love. A single kiss travelled across time and space to land between us. Future familiarities so unexpected, it took my breath away. In that moment, my mind and heart were flooded with future memories, myriad physical, erotic entanglements, uncontainable laughter, arguments over misunderstandings and wretched tears, quiet times together, walking, eating, napping, our limbs interwoven with the sun streaming through streaky windows…
Leaf found himself having been born. With a memory. Of wind and soil. From the wind, his sisters and brothers whispered to him. From the soil, they sang. Leaf’s nerves were roots, his roots nerves. He grew into his world. Seven years passed. Someone died. Leaf bent inwards. A mist lowered itself in-between the outer and inner world. Leaf fell asleep. The contours of things, their boundedness, grew distinct. Leaf’s…
° ° . 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)
Will you hold a space for me?Will you welcome me homeat the end of a long dayif I come bringing painor shining with joywith cleansing waterwith your familiar scentwith your deep embracewill you carry meover the thresholdto a space where I can breathe? Will you breathe life into me?Will you remind methat I do not have to do anythingto deserve existingthat it is okay to just be a bodythat the…
I came with the wind endless time ago curressing the surface of the ground making it shiver making it soft
I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD VERY WANTED WHEN I ARRIVED THERE WAS JOY, CHEER, HAPPINESS PEOPLE CRIED OF HAPPINESS WE PLAYED, HUGGED, SANG,DANCED AND DREAMED WE DIGGED IN THE EARTH, SWIMMED IN THE WATER FLEW IN THE AIR AND DANCED IN THE FIRE WE SAW DEATH WE SAW LIFE WE HELD EACHOTHER WARM DURING COLD NIGHTS WE LOVED WE BURIED OUR LOVED ONES AND KEPT ON LOVING {WINGSPAN}
I met perfection at the top of the tallest tower you can imagine of solid black rocks heard the voice from my bed of white feathers mesmerized by her song walking the air stone stone stone steps to the very top of the tower there I found perfection the most beautiful siren with black velvet wings and a black surface on her face she sang to me – here I…
Putting down roots can be scary. The deeper they grow, the more painful the uprooting will be. Is it worth growing roots in a place if we know we will not remain there? We constantly struggle with the impermanence of existence. Home is a story we tell ourselves, in which we do not have to face the fact that this too shall pass. The truth is that no home is…