I’d meet myself under the tree of life, lay me down, rest my hips between my hands and eat for hours at a time. I’d eat all… Read more “If I could eat myself alive”
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The Numbers
I don’t have paper in my hands or my pockets but these people… they let me have whatever I want because I have imaginary numbers. I put… Read more “The Numbers”
Chasing sun
Finding beauty is like chasing sun. You’ll never catch it but you can feel it in your blood. Even when you’re in caves. I chased the sun… Read more “Chasing sun”
Some things considered
Considering how long it must have taken for the one of them to embrace the other, for the one to choose to fall into those strong pine… Read more “Some things considered”
I pray with my pussy
I’ve created worlds through it. You won’t convince me that it’s dirty. I’ve heard my ancestors whisper through it, and scream through it and beckon me to… Read more “I pray with my pussy”
Hungry
I am really hungry still just for something that makes sense.
Our Moon
When I look at our moon I see something that we all share with every ancestor that’s ever walked, swam or squiggled this Earth. I see our… Read more “Our Moon”
Le Petite Mort
Over and over and over again I die and over and over and over again I come alive I’m feeling more of the deaths today.
Love
I’m not sure what my lessons are supposed to be or if I’m appreciating anything enough. I’m not sure how anything works. I’m not sure what’s true.… Read more “Love”
Follow my IG, I say more in my story than I do here…
Because I want to connect with people who are actually interested in what I’m saying… and some of you seem to be, which is dope. Thank you.… Read more “Follow my IG, I say more in my story than I do here…”
Dear God(dess)
If I can’t have understanding can I just have trust? Sometimes my thoughts are so BIG that they leave a ton of space when they pass… I’m… Read more “Dear God(dess)”
Time
I believe I can pray to time and I believe that I have. When I ask “Who am I?” I always get the same answer back… “Time.”
Little Dead Grapes.
Little dead grapes. I see you existing in this winter like me. Waiting to be food for something greater. Are you aware of your potential to seed… Read more “Little Dead Grapes.”