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uncraved october
My summer-saturated body hasn't accepted that it is October. Today i biked with no sleeves, in shorts, the weight of September sun baring down, the cool breezes fast-forwarded from winter waiting in every shady patch ( Read more... ) -
Blood Month
In Old English, it was Blotmonað "month of sacrifice," literally "blood-month," the time when the early Saxons prepared for winter by sacrificing animals, which they then butchered and stored for food. -
Fog
I wish my heart would do something other than wince & mourn. I can't remember the last i felt like myself.
Santos told me he hasn't been able to trust this, let go & love fully because he's worried about the reasons i'm holding on: fear, spite, possessiveness. This is what my love thinks of my heart. The familiar feelings i'm trying to boldface ( Read more... ) -
No Mister Sunday Tonight
Minimalist trouble making: less has never been less than this. -
Heat Wave
This heat. Is too much. Let's rendezvous at the beach & become narwhals. Let's forget our skins ever happened. -
Blisters on my feet, glitter in my armpits. Hell yes!
Pride is a silly time in NYC. -
<3 Bushwick
Amazing that the presence of one person can make me so ecstatic & calm at the same time ( Read more... ) -
Ich atme weg von New York...
I leave New York to breathe. I put away my cut-throat incisors, take slow walks through slow nights, & talk to people who have a gentle wind about their words ( Read more... ) -
...And when the tide hits its stride...
It's hot. I'm ecstatic. Windows flung wide open, dramatic music & wind fly inside ( Read more... )
