everyday writing looks like this sometimes _after each meal of time _the day on a plate _i sit and i write _upon paper _or keys _in heart _and in ear _ the voice still knocks deep _it knocks _ and i thank it _ for what it will bring. the other a night glowing back toward… Continue reading math time
there is nothing to say except all the things i do not. when it was over things lightened up greatly. brightened in a dark amber glow, knew more than we thought. wondered at it. wonder was an incredible vehicle for seeing. the cat sits behind on my left facing the other way, north. and… Continue reading epilogue_journal entry
the eight settled down with their heads on the ground- and sound roared up from their ankles. knees move into space it has bent it again. space bent light. space is not one thing. consistently. its constitution of liquid flow, quaseous clouds, empty vessel. what empty? no. full. we cannot fit in. too dense it… Continue reading beat
_____________ after each breath i see a glimmer is it? maybe water it is a glow about it a light the sparkles; a glimmer and a crease in the fold a glimmer shining soft and bold more than before like i got up quick and must sit but not dizzy from it a glimmer is… Continue reading process notes excerpt, during participation at the Mind and Life Europe Summer Research Institute 2021
heart of throws_ throw of hearts_ my hand_ cervical spine_ cervix_ mine. a mother un/becoming; bleed sloughing cells of un/made minds. it doesn't make me sad today that i have no child that i never had any; i am grateful as time alone is so precious. i have come to my own blood by making… Continue reading blood out
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