Myrto or The Lemon Farm
Passing wounds in different studies of light, scabbed on the vast walls of daughters, the world spins inside itself, as a liquid over the plains, over Holy Lands and sacrificial slabs, over citrus peel and sumac-stained hands, over raised sardine fishing boats built with the nails that crucify father to son.
Soulmaking and Judgment: An Esquisse
A fairground fun, a circus troupe in the moments of repose on the dusty road from one town to the next – clowns and jugglers, carnies and freaks. What we are given to read is a pastime from one show to another. What happens on the margins, in the backrooms, during the show? In the Footnotes?... Well, you know what happens. We do.
June Journal
Today I begin in earnest. What does it matter that my thoughts are clouded? A light will shine through in the end.
nude culture
“The visitor wanted to create some very special clothing for the special person, like nobody had ever seen.”