animal nature new year (2010) he’s one of the men i met at a new year party how you look like a sweet little cat with sweet little paws you lick and wash your whiskers with he said. i raise my arm and slap him as hard as i can with my paw. oh hit me again he says and i raise my other arm that he grabs coming at him and bent it behind my back so i have to turn to easy the pain and therefore show him my rear as the crowd counting down for midnight he…
writings
By storm
11.17.2020
on the south side of the twin’s colour this morning,there is a flock of many hundreds, closer to 1,000 than 500rosy finches.they’re backlit against a woolen sky a couple days ago in the same area two similar-sized flocks foraging and flying. they coalesced in flight,playing, then went onto disperse like your heart eludes me
09.22.2020
— fatal child : sukkeret sunket brænder i maven du hører din vejrtrækning og isen under dig (synker)
09.21.2020_2
an eternity of anticipated sorrow
09.21.2020_1
—this new companion of fearful wait and
07.27.2020
—to carry their whisper
07.24.2020
—yes. the roses smell like happiness and sorrow or maybe that’s all i am smelling —very soft, i would like to try a yellow too
07.10.2020
— what is your home
06.24.2020
— vi taler om naturen
04.23.2020
beads there’s hidden stars of bright days, as the tide of arctic water you no longer see, still their lasting impermanence softening your heart; make it just calm enough just enough beads for a trail to follow their being as your path low, then rising like larks recurring in springs