— white lily light within. mountains behind you. and the easy heart dances on
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Tagged fruit
09.17.2016
went looking for warblers to no avail. however ran into a novel bird —the sage thrasher. eating insects in late summer with her short beak. in winter she eat berries
08.26.2016
— if you want to see baby grebes, this is the time to come out
07.10.2016
kitten peep through wire mesh for black bird chicks shadows of this day grows tall and slender the ginkgo leaves wave their grace with hundreds of million years tenacity. wary we recognise each other ; living fossils non-native citizens emigrants at home pray. with wings to rise above our sorrow [sea]
06.06.2016
— at sige tilsidst, “nu ligner du en lille pige.” — at lægge hende i æsken. at æsken er lille og kan hænge om halsen — at halsen strækker sig som en stikling, og stiklinger er piger på tynde ben der går ud i tyngdekraften
05.23.2016
and fear as the lullaby of childhood. the sugar glazing on buns and birthday cakes; a tinkle adjacent to the voice; the crisp in love songs; a powder a vapour lingering after embrace, and embrace. a parfume enclosing changing choppy homes. the direction home; of candy; of infinite devotion. of prelude of separation and acquired courage of modesty. and embrace and embrace
04.06.2016
the plants are softly breathing. earth breaths. bodies breath, fruit. ripens
03.06.2016
• the hair is like hair. and she lifts up the hair with lazy hands while i watch and the robe is rotting and she lifts up the cloth and the skin falls down and down and down as i am the lover and rise from her womb who never will carry a foetus the spilling of blood was like blood coagulating in dreams she’s forgetting as youth i shall always know you she says her knowing is like knowing. she holds with her heart as a womb and lazy coagulating my love as i am the leaver and she is…
01.20.2016
and what if all mountains are unsolids and chasing the horizon deadly if pleasure: endangered and family a ticket you can’t pay (first time i had my love-wings clipped i was five: departure)…
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