–light as milk the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat animal hauls and calls are wild and fill the air as light these are the real beings and we are merely alive to hear their hauling and reply listening makes them exist as seeds of life in other worlds
writings
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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
04.01.2020
—still, this sweetest fragrance of an undisturbed spring
08.27.2019
recognize accents; thick local american (and utes, paiute, goshute) tourists too. then receiving the (communion of) light then the deafening pain of rejection recalling the dead departed; the ones who went on with others what can be trusted; the breath, the breath the breath and that time passes leaves traces deliver you at your mountains of sorrow to hike; ascenting; a solitary creature vertiginous as if leisurely slow; dizzying/dismembering sights and abysses, and what else can you do than take it all in; bask in the beauty of being among the living
07.15.2019
what makes a body tremor—crispé comme un extravagant, baudelaire says—is not the rapture of someone suffused with eros; it is, rather, like a kind of sexual shock that can beset a solitary human — there’s an inevitable entropy in humans, a wildness inside us — alive, to all hardships and to all delights
05.17.2019
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
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
10.19.2016
— does anyone know what the island is like these days. are bison and other wildlife still as abundant as before the fires?
08.29.2016
this afternoon you see a boy jaywalking towards you. the sun behind him gleam/glows so how are you quiet sure straight away. that he is a non-native/new native? his t-shirt says we love asphalt across the chest and therefore you would like to have sex with him
07.19.2016
“this afternoon i saw an american white pelican sitting in the sagebrush along the road down the west side of strawberry reservoir. two other birds were holding its left wing up when it walked through the sage and was well over a 1/2 mile from water. the procession headed north, away from the water. towards strawberry ridge”
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