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
up and away the sky booms. we crawl from the roof like old baboons. limpid* souls. low and steady. in front of a storm to set a few. i find her. the rain is warm and we run through. we close all the doors. open certain windows, the rain blows round, full blooms. for every… Continue reading LIMPID | definition in the _ dictionary › limpid6 days ago — limpid meaning: 1. clear and transparent: 2. clearly expressed and easily understood: 3. clear and transparent: . Learn more.
clocking time watch the years go by dance fills the space a partner left to right inside sit books now full i write dream made visible after paint dries you arrive are whole here while all of time describes nothing and no time as everything sentient to some continue in death a life. image: screenshot… Continue reading clocking dance inside i dream you are here all nothing and everything to continue a life.
may the ancestors hold me. may i be without fear and without anger. may my boundaries be healthy and may they be clear. i am responsible for my journey. i notice. i am tensing. let go. it’s okay to be freezing. it’s okay to have heat. it’s okay for the sun to beat down on… Continue reading boundless
Time In | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM | Cultural Arts Center, Columbus OH | mfa thesis TIME IN | FEBRUARY 25, 2017 | 6-9PM the premiere of 'Time In' is three weeks away, I'm going over three years of this project's process, excerpted here: rhrsl footage of justin and ella, audio interview with ali Time… Continue reading | Time In
thank goodness it doesn't last. because we get to remember again. and again. the time of connection. the feel of the practice. the practice of remembering our connection to existence. spending time in love of time. with being. awed. think of me as time, breathing. ^^ "it's fun going down the rabbit hole with you!" my ears twitch,… Continue reading the image refresh
Each human, like a projector: I aim my light to see, I see what I can through the light out of me. help them understand how you are here. how? (why?) love. write words from love. check wrongs with love. share life with love. love is the substance that carries you. so what of it when love is,… Continue reading be sweet
coda: 27Jan2017 last week I enter large, a door frame. the door is open, light is on. "what are you doing?" (I mean what is that, specifically) "working, cole.." a curt flush from behind the front of alaptoponadesk. annoyed but playful. i keep my large at the door and insert: "will you be my creative… Continue reading you sit on it
Listening to people. Their lives. Walking home on Sunday I stop to talk to a man and his dog. We speak deeply, quickly. He brings up time and humanity which has me telling him about the interviews I’ve been collecting over the last few years. How the process is “unmooring me” as another friend has put… Continue reading walkeye and the time-being
rings in my thinking. moves in my body. it bleeds me. i drip languid over a night. she lay, side by side. she wakes laying cry. Still there. He, a rough feminine. flinging in thoughts. running through a body. it bleeds a heart. i drip languid over a night. i lay, she. wake rough, so ready.… Continue reading the sacred feminine
now and last night. yes. i read something i hadn't read before. for some, this means their first time reading poetry for a crowd. what i mean is that i wrote it oct 8, 2015 (as the note was dated on my phone where it stayed) and then looked at it for the first time, more than… Continue reading when to say yes:
i spend time naked. in my daily life. in my art. this is no different, though it very much is. today it is with kate sweeney and chip willis. it is a photo shoot. an easy, fun, remarkable shoot. the talent in each of these artists is more than i can shake my bits at.… Continue reading sex made you
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