I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window;...– RIMBAUD
May I never be afraid especially of myself but Muhammed Ali are you telling the truth? Well you’re being true aren’t you and you talk so wonderfully in your body that protects you with physique of voice raps within dance May I...
And in turn we make you ours, we say.. Eyes and mouth too, All the Face Composed of Flowers, We Say.
Phorcys, this phase is about removing obstacles that are not allowing you to...– Phorcys (Por-kus) March 17-March 30: by Jade Luna
“Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it. We anticipate (we know) that someone close to us could die, but we do not look beyond the few days or weeks that immediately follow such an imagined death. We misconstrue the nature of even those few days or weeks. We might expect if the death is sudden to feel shock. We do not expect this shock to be obliterative, dislocating to...
“Kiss me. Two lips kissing two lips: openness is ours again. Our “world”. And the passage from the inside out, from the outside in, the passage between us, is limitless. Without end. No knot or loop, no mouth ever stops our exchanges. Between us the house has no wall, the clearing no enclosure, language no circularity. When you kiss me, the world grows so large that the horizon itself disappears.”...
ikoikospace: Help our pawed friends! We are contributing to the Directors Bureau Pet Drive. Donate any new dog or cat toys, towels, sealed food, blankets, pet shampoo, leashes and collars. All donations will be gifted to the North Center Animal Shelter. Many thanks!
India Song →
“Walking out from Chekov’s 3 sisters -I pass by a puddle that spans far out into the street, i walk through the puddle and like a deep tide pool am plunged into ice cold water, it feels as though there are chards of melting ice- trying to get out of it i am plunged back in several times. I can hear the play beginning from outside, as i return to my seat. inside-two girls, two...
Judgment maybe it's when being fragile I hallucinate you best A.N.
Suddenly she has the face of a cat. No that’s a different...– A.Notley