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
From studies
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 —
04.14.2019
— sweets this is what i will say; make your words sweet enough for you to eat
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
02.16.2019_02
— what fruit grows of bitterness
02.16.2019_01
— what comes graceful leaves graceful
02.12.2019
sails all your deepest desires deserted; the mouth of a wound confining the rest of you days, as spring spills over in moist shoots and billowing buds your heart sinks as a sick clam, limbs follow it down until subtle pull of upward umbilical cord, unfold your sails to refill
