08.08.13 1.00pm dear anna. lately i have had nightmares. wake shivering — can i come see you? when will you have time. how are you? i miss – you – nothing — no writing — words disappeared inside — circulate in the body — like breathing: breath in a n n a breath out d e a r breath in a n n a breath out d e a r 09.08.13 6.00am nightmare — twin girls — one fell into the sea and were lost — unable to make it home — she forgot who she was and became homeless…
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02.27.2022
–eller hvis jeg siger: danmark er vold. mod landskab og vildheddet er drab af grise og andet godtfolkdjævleuddrivelse til kollektivt vanvidmin søstermin søster jeg ser dig
02.24.2022
sisters oh planti have come to pray to youto take you with me and bring you homehere i bow infant heart in front of yougive me your blessinglittle sister, little sisterancient heartscome, come with me take us homefill us up
01.07.2022
hvis du er syg, skal du være sammen med dyr. hvis der ikke er nogle (levende) dyr at være sammen med, kan du prøve at spise nogle døde. hvis du ikke har det bedre, næste dag, kan du tale højt. de vil høre dig –du kan starte med:
04.04.2021
bison came to me, presenting itselfas an offer. i ate/consumed/swallowed bisonto renew/concurre/savior myselfand thereby i became bison,who sacrificed itself —the cliff swallows will be back soon,i love my city in their presence the danish national tree is commonbeech (fagus sylvatica)the anemones (anemone virginiana)have to time their floweringbefore leave-coversoak up the spring sunlight —up here we all get through the winter-darkby our bodies recalling spring;the vow of long summer days(17 h & 30 min. in mid june)this collected white blanketof each delicately individualanemone, beneath the hundred years giants exemplifyingthe order of beauty and timeas singles becomingentities in perfection anemones allows me…
04.14.2020
twin plateau —said, that all flourishing is reciprocal
03.02.2020
beads in the morning small feather or shell shows herself with her creamy alluvian fan of whipped white, the round shape presents a reference point on your mental horizon: no sunlight in the days here pale hours throughout winter inside her form is spring-embryo gently pulling at your heart: repeat, repeat repeat
03.01.2020
beads said, yes i’d love to come back though working now. have to obey; the hours, the days —like beads, weighing against each other mirroring repetition, unable to know what is real and what is repeated yes, i’d love to come back; what is now and what has past said, what is lost stay lost the pain so abandoned; one can hardly recall or mirror the cause i’d love to come back —i’d love
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…
12.11.2019
— fødselsdag (du husker en bleg brystkasse, maskulint figur men et fuglet udtryk. tynd hud. store flade brystvorter. tæt på er de brystvorter. på afstand ligner de rødlige øjne der ser ud gennem kroppen neden under hovedet med munden der lyver, men brystvorterne siger sandhed. de siger din krop er svagere end hans og at han kan slå dig ihjel hvis han ville. at han har ondskab bag sin drengede ynde og beregnende adfærd i sin nonchalance du husker, alt splintredes og at det aldrig samlede sig igen)
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