dreaming he sits at my bedside, with a blue space helmet on, or perhaps hallow. he doesn’t speak; i am very unsure as to why he’s here
writings
05.07.2019 02
dreaming i’m arranging flowers on her breakfast tray, the water turns into gasoline and i cause a huge fire; the flower petals throwing off flames
05.07.2019 01
(edible/eating) “domesticated crop and ‘wild’ plants (called: crop wild relatives) domesticated livestock species and their wild relatives non-harvested species, including soil micro-biota, pollinators non-harvested species in the wider environment” : thinking of (the concept of) wild relatives and how they’re related to you, thinking —
05.01.2019
— bliss, as your indigenous soul
04.14.2019
— sweets this is what i will say; make your words sweet enough for you to eat
03.29.2019
sagebrush birds: soothe then fled and feathers catch light — these sagebrush natives faithful, to specific sites recur year after year especially if — and their song composed of elements specifically for vast windy steppe— their patterns and frequencies carrying well in open landscape without degrading
03.21.2019
— saw sanderling take off from egg island this afternoon amongst. many swallows on power lines happy spring everyone
03.06.2019
— sea berries is the weight of violence coming home, into long afternoons (of being) exiled among them talking, as words didn’t sound their full meaning i am always cautiously sifting the current beneath objects of family life
03.01.2019
— sea berries since things are not as sweet as you thought they would be you teach your taste the embrace of bitterness and your fingers to pick each berry cautiously
02.17.2019
— what leaps of faith behest you
