beads there’s the moon and the glowing flower cones of the chestnut’s replying there’s the sirens and a blushing arrives where the morning will roll in there’s a birthday you won’t attend touch and laughter you’ll rap in silk and ribbon lay down, next to a box of milk teeth, glass with coltsfoots shopping lists, wish lists receipts and savored place cards a tray of beads and friend’s spare keys; there’s an own life of each thing and a blessing in the innocence among them
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04.20.2020
beads there’s the laughing spring sun and the powder of clouds softening the sugar light the haul of traffic reduced and the sirens continuing as a taken city’s wailing (her) cubs or lost children’s calling everyone in hiding, families in their pods, bellies to back or left entirely for second homes then there’s you and others, as broken beads mending our shape in splendid quietness
04.19.2020
beads there’s the pull and the doubt the hight tide of wanting to leave and the low tide of wishing to stay there’s the hours as beads pushing against each other their weight against your skin and the nearly painful pleasure wearing them to bare oneself, in time becoming your bow
04.17.2020
beads pinõn and blue jay ants and rabbits are visiting this morning they’re there before you open your eyes when you do their desert fragrance lingers as a thoughtful gift from friends recognizing your flickering attention, your childish wailing as plain homesickness; beads of sap slowly solidifying dripping from your branches
03.01.2020
beads these are the last days before work close in these are the days before being confined again what will you do? —what did you do as it all turned upside down work evaporate and confinement inverts with ambulances sailing our vacant streets birds singing them onwards, towards the water the whale’s mouth waiting wide open at the harbor swallowing hundreds a day her eye, a dark bead of glowing maternal recognition as she bless their return and grants them her quieting
02.27.2020
many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…
12.07.2019
ørken ; — in to the world beyond seperation
11.10.2019
rabbit lane: at bierne er store her at myrene er store at træer blomstrer buske blomstrer blomster blomstrer at alt taler til hinanden at alt dufter af nåde og hjertet, hjertet
09.15.2019
— madeleines sukkeret sunket brænder i maven du hører din vejrtrækning og isen under dig (synker)
09.12.2019_02
— madeleines hendes øjne gled i, over madeleine kagen. et rosenflor af unge piger defilerede usét forbi. ned af sønderboulevard op over enghave station og sydhavn-kvarteret nåede folehaven og ligesom fordampede over indfaldsveje, socialt karrebyggeri og tilstanden mækevej