2013

  • 2013

    a couple poems: 04, 15 de septiembre de 2013

    ☯️04 de septiembre de 2013 10 AM, a small dose of comatose makes a shiver erupt from this medium frame. Although autumn hasn’t dripped off the trees in blood-red orange and shades of bananas in varying stages of fruition, I…

  • 2013

    Self-absorbed abstractions: 01 de septiembre de 2013

    I kept wanting to completely let go and conquer that self-consciousness, but I couldn’t. It was a physical thing, attached and palpable and squishy and I couldn’t get rid of it. I don’t have that with Kaia, like I do…

  • 2013

    Your pupils dilate: 22 de junio de 2013

    To be alone is when music slices into your visceral perception. Your pupils dilate, your pupils are massive black suns burning my neurons and sucking my memories away, like lint pulled off clothes from the dryer, or stray hairs from…

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    My honesty is flowing and coherent: 01 de junio de 2013

    Is my diary completely honest? His honesty manifested in writing would be vulgar. Cum-stained blankets from white hospital rooms with bars in the windows, and slits in the doors for porridge. My honesty is flowing and coherent, vague ideas growing…

  • 2013

    Inhale my waves: 26 de mayo de 2013

    Today is super baked and residual hiiighs and tiny writing. Poppyseed muffins, French, drawings, the collective as more than the sum of the parts. Antique pearly jewelry, found objects, scratchy pen scrawl, USE YOUR WORDS, use your worlds, inhale my…