I still wake weeping after dreams
of my grandmothers
wonder if they would like my small dog
what they would say to the cat.
Poetry
Pessimism isn’t the disaster that we should be looking at. It’s optimism, it’s this
cruel motherfucker dressed in White and Floral and Sequins and yet is nothing but
Dagger and Sword.
Everything we are
comes from gathering together.
Openings and Obstacles
A set of tasks to dance with, alone or with others.
A set of tasks to solve problems with.
A set of tasks to fight with,
To love with.
Read and listen to Oana Avasilichioaei’s Chambersonic (I) and (IV) here…
What happens to an erasure of the unwritten
damnatio memoriae of the unsculpted
The days are touched by the law.
