3 ) oracle two boys are twins and doubling the father
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01.18.2020
2 ) oracle the yucca, as flags in your remeberence; their soft rattling seed pods in dry breeze. how the seeds float in slow motion downwards; dark spots in your line of thoughts. at night the plant resembles a devil’s head against the thick sky. two tall stems as antennas rises from the round shape. someone has been digging holes out in the desert. beast and critters are alive in the night. you hear them calling each other; there’s a human, there’s a human. the human resembles a sailor and the desert is a shoreline with the ocean at the…
01.17.2020
1 ) oracle at the top of the yucca, wren is sitting. shiny seeds falls from the opening pods. it’s calls rises. twin boys walk the trail this morning. heat is rising too. last full moon they went out scouting; their father told them the captain comes out at night. they’re digging a sailor trap. preparing for next chance to catch him
01.16.2020
0 ) oracle at the beginning oracle is not a place, it is land among land; warm yellow boulders and banana yucca. oracle is a ship sailing the cap horn and a man named the land o r a c l e to manifest same good fortune there. not the fortune of cap horn: of the vessel that sailed the horn
12.17.2019
— today eastern bluebird by the virgin river north of plateau you are loved
12.07.2019
ørken ; — in to the world beyond seperation
11.17.2019
— i love the ants out here as well ; gracious and relentless i want to be too
11.06.2019_03
if, at night you’re the mother of seedlings —
10.27.2019
— light as milk the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat the light is endemic to this world —or it is not the hauls and calls are wild and fill the air as light the creatures are endemic to this world —or they are not let’s say they are; let’s say these are the real beings and we are merely alive to hear their hauling and reply when we listen, it will make them exist as seeds of life in other worlds like; if our clay bodies are ablaze attentively in light the milk of listening will make…
10.26.2019
— wool woman in the mornings wool woman reply to the sun; “sun”, she says as it comes in to being on the horizon at noon wool woman is wearing a big brimmed hat, gaze at the rim where sun came up and replies to noon; “heat”, she says as it conquer her and slay her onto the landscape towards evenings wool woman rises her self up, leave another outline of her burned shape and stretch her limbs as animal after siesta; “resurrection”, she replies at night the thick dark is ointment for repeat wool woman sleep in her amniotic…
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