–poppies song: all the hours we spent waiting on daddy away, working in the desertall the hours we spent our growing pain, blooming, trying to get to that desertall the hours we spent scheming on how to stay and be desertall the love we’re convinced be concealed in a desertall the love we miss out on for this desertand all flowing fluttering love we poured, seeded his desert
writings
From pieces
04.10.2023
please, wake up: there’s an ocean between the wordsorwater parts our wordsorour words are oceans
03.04.2023
–jeg bor i håndvasken tid er min dyne jeg dør hver dag jeg vågner badet i vådt lys
02.26.2023
and one day she dreamed herself to be a complete idiot —which she instantly became. this ‘dream-being’ wandered about in her dream world until one day falling asleep there. while sleeping she dreamt she was a worm, who dreamt she was a queen, who dreamt of being an ant, who dreamt of being a hungry wolf, who dreamt of being a screaming seagull, who dreamt of being white carnations, who envisioned themselves as a bee, who drank the nectar from the carnation’s flower. the bee saw a monkey on which it contemplated, thereby becoming a monkey, which was captured by a hungry queen hunter. when the monkey saw a hive of bees it remembered its past birth and became a bee, which became carnations, which became a wolf.…
02.01.2023
you were a hidden pearl –you love, to be known
11.18.2022
i am flower cone i am ocotillo i am ocotillo’s scarlet hands, caressing air i am crystals in mountain soil i am soft seeds in bog soil i am doe with dream-fawn i am milky way in daylight i am glowing meat-red sandstone i am high desert snow-rosy sunrise i am dried grasses dripping dew, down below in basin i am chicken feed i am chicken feet, curling up when lifting i am sugar skull i am bluejays i am bluejay’s cry i am bright blue silk-bow tied on corn stalk i am sleeping with earthworms i am texas petro-plants…
10.20.2022
hjælp mig fisk hjælp mig månehjælp mig morhjælp mig bær og stenhjælp mig hjertehjælp mighjælp mig
09.22.2022
–teach me! i want to learn
06.19.2022
–det er vigtigt, at være hæslig
3/3 disko: bright sunshinesnow buntingpluralwe think: ice is your sleeping beautywasting her attributes awayweeping melt, whereas your trait, traitoris treasonand bunting’s buoyancyso joyous honouring herglisteringdeathshapes of sheer splendour, divinedescendingdissolving. dilutingoblivious human conditionlike glacial flour meetingsaltwater [at night you bathe in moonlight as alcohol, bright & brutal.seeps through skin or feathers or scales into bloodstreams of souls & soil]