How can a Cancer relax in our times? If a Cancer wants to fully experience themselves, they need the freedom of letting loose and being held in a safe web, that is not controlled by the Cancer themselves. They can’t be stretching to control the safe structure, that enables them to drift into cancer-land. That’s […]
My words never belong to me. I borrow them, from the places they abode. As a wanderer my words fleet. Not being bestowed opportunities to get planted. Currencies of residing knowledge channel into my wires, pushing the conduit’s remains to the sides. Superimposing their existence on the newfound neuro-landscapes. I feel like Ariel. If I […]
I was walking on the solar system road. I didn’t know I was on it until I found myself beside a stone, with “Neptune” engraved on it. What an irony. I was just asking my ancestors to come forth and help me with the release of old burdens, from other lives. I continued my path […]
I pour You clear waters to the West. Washed by the channels. Clear and pure waters. Array a safe closed door to the netherworlds. Thy waters shall stay beyond the threshold. My waters shall pour in from the living springs.
Who am I a mother of, as a mother with no children? A mother of ghosts? Voices? Body organs? Frictions of the psyche? Of god, the past, the future? Of assembled impressions of my embodiment? Whose mother are you when you are a mother without having a child? What is in that deep well? What […]
The warriors call far from the north. They shape into their surroundings. Breathe in their spirit. The spirit of the woods, the trees, the mosses, the flea, the twigs, the foxes, the wolves, the lynxes, the owls, the crows, the boars, the bears. Particles disintegrate and fuse into the cellular structures of the roaring warriors. […]
My throat is dry. Birds left twigs on my collarbone. It rings from down up. Can you hear the spiral? Echo from far down the well. Fades up into the sky. Father, o tell me your wishes, they are going to while.
Through following the grief traces in my heart, I stumbled over a slim young girl, covered in pink slimy fluid, in the center of a ritual disk groove, encircled by dark hooded women. All in the forest. The girl was in pain, screaming in agony. She vomited a big phallus. The surrounding women watched calmly. […]
There was a time when She was dry. Oh yes, so dry like a summer’s heat day in the sandy landscapes. The thirst left white salty traces on the corners of Her lips. The sun scarbed grooves around Her cheekbones. The sun ray’s white rested on Her nose, between Her eyes, as a many-legged star. […]