and then there be no days left inside of me for what has been except as re-calling(sweetness) and what can and is to become
writings
Tagged fruit
12.29.2025 1/2
and to sail oncleaved open anew, sprawling as stars sprouting or blooming, see:mother new year, rising
12.12.2025 2/2
– a broken home be two bodies apart
12.12.2025 1/2
– she said “i’m moving“
10.23.2025
– a body as a home
10.08.2025
– a house as a prison
05.20.2025
then enter into earth’s womb and speak to her from within, to be released, imbued with spirit;let come shoals of swallows as spring bats, spilling from her mouthlet come the sparrow hawk, diving the skylet come morning breaking on horizon, then wet intimate returns of eveninglet come the feliformia-faced femaleslet come the lotus, the bearer of worlds
11.29.2024
oceans say i still write to you and words are a blue halo of joy and desire spilling up the spine. say it breathes as you. say i drowned because you left for the time it takes gold to melt back into earth of our origins lost or stolen ores mined thin. say we entered that earth breathing liquid arising at dawn. full we never got lost or broken and the only vow we kept was what our eyes reflected. say the sky was water and we swam say all this is true and be like recurrent oceans
08.30.2024 2/2
what is a friend? how many languages of friendship do you speak? enough to keep you alive?enough to leave your narratives behind, keeping your descenders alive and speaking?
08.15.2024
–pear & milk