palm lover 1. palm lover loves the palm flowers and the fruits in summer, when the sabal bears them creamy white in drooping clusters from within their crown. palm lover loves the fragrant branching inflorescence and loves the fruit that follows, 1/3 inch with a single seed inside edible and lovely too. she be palm lover, she be loving
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From studies
01.17.2023
–du har noah’s ark i maven og solen i øjnene
01.16.2023
pleasure and therefore riding a tiger i be the ocotillos waving my many scarlet flower-hands caressing warm winds tender tender hollow bleached bones your many liquid pleasures i be desert love
06.13.2022
is du drømmer om isder græder og dørsmeltevandsfloder trækkermudrede ar gennem kroppenalt levende rør sigbjerge vender deres ansigtmod de druknendeferskvandssøskende deres rævehuller dekoreretmed lort og knogler, fodsporsom kniplinger i sneenisbjergenes snavsede sælpletter svareralt levende pynter sig alt levende drømmer sig i dig– du elsker, du elsker, du elsker
04.04.2022
what i think is irrelevant.–yes i can write for the landis that love or perpetuating dominion? we drove 130km/h on the glacierit was like flying through paradise
03.17.2022
salt 3/4 i go where i can find saltyou go where there’s good saltyou can’t see what your doingso you need a techniqueyes, the salt is good quality & pale pinknow i filled my canoei can go home happy
03.15.2022
salt 1/4 i am getting salti take my canoe to the riverthen i’ll go down into the waterstart collection salt and put it in the canoei stay in the water for hoursi enter the water with a long stick, a basketand shovel to dig the salt at the bottomthe canoe takes me onto the waterthat’s where i hold the salt i collectone day the fish started dyingand we wondered if there was saltthen we realised that the riverhas turned completely saltyand that we could dig salt
01.06.2022
preamble. kids walking home in pitch black afternoons like small moon astronauts in their heavy winter clothesoblivious to their own braveness. gracefully traveling this thick silence their traces are indented islands circular poems of joyquickly covered by snow, whereas their voices traveling all directions. what is wanting in you when the beat of their drum is family
12.17.2021
du ser hverken solen stige eller synke sneen fyger om alt, danner sære figurer deforme ekstra lemmer fra bygningskroppe vinden er så kold den brænder, hyler i dagevis, når den lægger sig er verden ren som knogler du er død & genopstanden fjeldet synger i dig; du er, du er, du er
06.27.2021
dækket er neutraltstyrhuset er hans og han mangler dig ikkeisen over havet, hans optegnelser i loggenhver time: position,forskelle og lighederrepetitioner, variationer yderst i horisonten er en violet stregaf luft, havis og univers der er ingen ord. der er værenabsolut tilstand og nærhed små bider af barndom farer forbilugte, lyde og stemmerind mod kysten der ikke kan sesflyer arktiske måger, små og fede hvordan smøret skal fra papirettil skålen og låget der er formetsom en høne, hvordan det forvirrerdig siden mælk ikke hører sammen med æg hvordan knive vendes indadmod tallerkener og spidsen af servietteropad og at man ikke rækkerud efter…
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