It’s no surprise the French have 17 words for surrender. Hopeless, existential romantics either say nothing or too much. May my silence echo in your mouth where my name used to be. Or at least, that’s what I imagine hopelessly existential romantic French people say when they’re dreapeau blanc-ing on someone they might’ve loved once.…Read more Soumission
PSA
Some of us spend our lives living in a crime scene. Here are some things to remember: It wasn’t our fault if our body went limp and we never fought back. We’re not a terrible awful person if we can’t sleep, can’t look at our own face for a few years, can’t eat, can’t stop…Read more PSA
With Love
Dear Tribe, Remember forever ago when I started writing a book and kept saying stay tuned? I’m happy to announce, today’s the day I can share the results of that journey with you! https://videopress.com/v/1MJzTcB4?resizeToParent=true&cover=true&preloadContent=metadata&useAverageColor=true Born in Providence is a raw and supernatural exploration of the self-abuse required for escaping American poverty, alongside compassionately intimate and…Read more With Love
Fell
As we followed the footpath into the towering grove, I told him I’d slept there once though I’d use the word sleep lightly. Much like the bamboo, arms and limbs and torsos swaddled in spirals like unpredictable breezes. Shifting light broke the silence of shadows from between the curtain of leaves over restless bodies. In…Read more Fell
Bloodline
As my grandmother told me, as her grandmother and great grandmother told her, the Abenakis retreated from northern New England to Canada during the war. My great great grandmother was a full blooded Den Mother. I suspect she’s responsible for the lucid snow dreams; the ones where I can talk to my grandmother or hear…Read more Bloodline
O
O God O Him Offered the death of innocence Elohim Out of obedience Buried in the silence of shame Lived in the tomb of this body for years O God O Him Taken again behind the altar O God O Him Felled in pools Of tears, blood, vomit, piss When lying Was no longer an…Read more O
Bend
My Great Wall has taken over half a lifetime to build as such, I didn’t appreciate the disruption that left me breathless and sweating like some cheap rotisserie chicken, all featherless and exposed. This time last year I was doing yoga in the loft one last time before loading the truck. Golden hour would never…Read more Bend
Skin Hunger
Epidermal armor That’s what bones are for Some mothers don’t get to numb the pain Bleeding out Pleading in The existential ache of existing Empty forks Fucking over spacious plates Shifting the once familiar Hollowed ground Of a sacred dream We’ve yet to wake To yearn To burn scream, touch, taste, feel See you’re all…Read more Skin Hunger
Drift
Fell into Shore You fell into me Parched Water Mosely Wotta Fella Fell her Little sapling Sisters You always shit on the downtown Nothing was ever good enough Even the hole you stole Bored empty drowning Wet Bet on you Bed her down There is no current In a lake I got too tired Of…Read more Drift
Golden Slumbers
Everything after birth Bends life Like light refracting off road maps Blinding us Between moon phases Sun rises and settings In dry, desperate, dragon-clouded deserts Deaths, divorces, transplants, pandemics and whatever it means To recover from existential separation The Source From which we can never be Truly divided Shame, shadow, blame, guilt Holy redemption Broken…Read more Golden Slumbers
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