an old poem/letter found whilst unpacking (written on may 17, year unknown) on my desk is a small stress ball, and my left hand kneads at it while i look out at the 45 degree rain and frantic movements of window wipers. i am thinking of your declaration of friendship and both the pain and […]
this part is heavy, melancholy. this part feels frail, like grandma’s hands. this part was mended, crooked stitching. this part stays stoppered, bottled up. this part is starving, spirit hunger. this part is lonely, suffering. this part stays present, always open. this part is love in all its forms. this part is wildness, fire & […]
a billion suns this body was once a thousand miles old a hundred feathers wide an infinite teardrop deep. one part of it was light one part of it was hunger one part of it was open one part was lost to wild abandon. this body is now empty. this body is overflowing. this body […]
I am a factory of wishes; my conveyor belt full of fierce possibility. Dust follows my silhouette: catching the light, it floats like stars – a universe taking shape beside me.
canon 700 (film) I am light you are shade we speak to each other through the wind. only those who pause for breath will ever know we existed