Which one of you was it who called me impish? I can't remember It's important to remember
12.02.2026 01:40
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Which one of you was it who called me impish? I can't remember It's important to remember
SEA BODY CRYING
THE SUN LAID CLOUDS TO CROSS ALONE THE SWEETWATER IMAGES RECOGNITION ALMOST-STORM
Too many words Try using fewer
I will keep the
spatial nuances of that Whole Foods
forever after everyone else forgets
like a promise or
rock in my pocket
like a secret or inside joke like
to make myself laugh coming home
Annie Dillard said
what you lose
last is geography she meant
like of your hometown probably
I don’t know what the
word means I had it in a hinge prompt before
Bring stone / I bring a stone / In my pocket for when / In case when I want / To feel like still and sinking / Or claim times when / I got to lay / And be and / Think like a stone
I am come
home from my humiliation ritual
and laughing
I make myself laugh
my unclean
body maybe reddens
throat open
trying to say symbology
I must have gone months without encountering the word Petal, or else I have not received it consciously. Thank you for bringing this dear word to me
Adverbs are for nervous authors who do not trust the language Embrace totality
Create, if for no other reason than to build tolerance for the creative state
If many, do they know about each other or wonder.
If you would please hold me for a little while you may detect a certain change in quality of my flesh, like fascial release under the weight of your arms, which is the same spirit of change as I witnessed transpiring in the colors of the lake today as the sun let go of its shyness
In the forest there is a kind of work going on forever outside of history, which is the processing of dead and dying things via rot, rain, erosion. This is work as in could be measured in megajoules per processed entity at the end of time. The quantification of me that will matter.
In my journal I build an unrelenting collage of artifacts of my new life and the task is to squeeze as many notes on the old grief as I can into the gaps between feathers and boba sleeves, never ever to be let irrelevant, always en pointe, on theme.
Everything heavy now. The weight of light, the weight of hanging futures and hung pasts. The weight of silence: yours, and the lake's on my fate. To cross the threshold and bear my face to the sun nowadays is to be stricken.
Most failures are really abasements of mortality. Such as conceding polyamory
And it will be a beautiful mosaic
I love to write words and click post on this blue blue website I think they should document my commit history in little blue squares spanning the months and I will know the bluest squares will be those days that your memory accompanied me most doggedly
I am a Real heterosexual I live in daily reverence to the male interest. The male mind is a focus and holds the essential property of reduction. Through Him the messy infinity becomes only tangent and deliciously limited. I am going to turn on auto caps
amidst one of those cruciferous periods of my life child's pose rose lemonade mother's love and ease of companionship with all beings even my male coworkers I love you foreverandever
I have spread you so widely upon this new land that your impression sinks deeper into the grass than my own, though I've been the body of weight here, the messenger. You the missing deliverance.
I have brought your memory by bodily necessity to the feet of so many Hills and the waters of so many Lakes. I have communicated the idea of you to so many horizons, even on accident.
Black and white bull staring from behind a fence.
#CowsofBluesky
july thirty-first
buzzing transient evening,
shop for roadside wok
Today's items continued to consist. The reductio breaks line, goes on
Do you like me, interpersonally?
