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September 11, 2017

natural capital

Witnessing the exposed bodies of kindred ones Life snapped and cut out left to rot in the quiet intimacy of their own home. Demolished and strewn. […]
September 9, 2017


First September rain. Perichor of a sundrenched threadbare summer. Golden Herbaceous Energized dirt. Moving into air. Still holding. Holding. The scent of a dying season. And […]
March 27, 2017

inside of sound

It was a wind chime in Chinatown that first pulled me in to the Universe. A singularity absorbing my imagination completely. A desire innervated to reside […]
March 27, 2017

red lipstick

I woke up with… starlight in my blood that moved me to move myself get outside be outside be WITH myself. The stars. “Hello, my friend!” […]