From pieces

03.02.2020

beads   in the morning small feather or shell shows herself with her creamy alluvian fan of whipped white, the round shape presents a reference point on your mental horizon: no sunlight in the days here pale hours throughout winter inside her form is spring-embryo gently pulling at your heart: repeat, repeat repeat

03.01.2020

beads   said, yes i’d love to come back though working now.  have to obey; the hours, the days —like beads, weighing against each other  mirroring repetition, unable to know what is real and what is repeated  yes, i’d love to come back; what is now and what has past said, what is lost  stay lost the pain so abandoned; one can hardly recall or mirror the cause i’d love to come back —i’d love 

02.27.2020

many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…

01.18.2020

2 ) oracle the yucca, as flags in your remeberence; their soft rattling seed pods in dry breeze. how the seeds float in slow motion downwards; dark spots in your line of thoughts. at night the plant resembles a devil’s head against the thick sky. two tall stems as antennas rises from the round shape. someone has been digging holes out in the desert. beast and critters are alive in the night. you hear them calling each other; there’s a human, there’s a human. the human resembles a sailor and the desert is a shoreline with the ocean at the…

01.17.2020

1 ) oracle at the top of the yucca, wren is sitting. shiny seeds falls from the opening pods. it’s calls rises. twin boys walk the trail this morning. heat is rising too. last full moon they went out scouting; their father told them the captain comes out at night. they’re digging a sailor trap. preparing for next chance to catch him

01.16.2020

0 ) oracle at the beginning oracle is not a place, it is land among land; warm yellow boulders and banana yucca. oracle is a ship sailing the cap horn and a man named the land o r a c l e to manifest same good fortune there. not the fortune of cap horn: of the vessel that sailed the horn