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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 […]
September 9, 2017

Perichor

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 […]
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 11, 2017

nowhere

What is a place? A home? Maybe there is meant to be more adventure and surprise. Open space We were nomads once. Cherishing seasons from place […]