BjorkYou’ll be given love You’ll be taken care of You’ll be given love You have to trust it Maybe not from the sources You’ve poured yours Into Maybe not From the directions You are Staring at Twist your head around It’s all around you All is full of love All around you All is full […]

I could turn it off easily:this recorded rain across skin,this condensation of memoryheld like vapor in the lungs,can disappear as fast as morning.
It’s softer than this sentenceacross the page, softer thanthe weight of hands pressingagainst this composition who holds summer:insects rub metallic wings against glass, the sonatatraced on plastic can be erased—
Doesn’t gravity hold onto […]

My little light, I dream of sheep, of clouds breaking apart, then coming together again, the pressure of rain across the chest, thin as silk: we can see inside.
What knob, what wheel, what jewel broken apart and refracted in light can make color as quiet as this-so that once seen we long for it.
We keep […]

obsessed (adjective) haunted or preoccupied by an idea or feeling having to do with (soul) these sources of light.

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I’m floating on it. It has no legs. White, and unbuttoned from gravity. Rain is to the imagination anything you wish. A gift. Sound of ink pressing through the lips of the pen. And then, this downpour. The jewelled cabinet of the gods opened, and treasures falling out, hitting […]

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Metallic handprint placed on the face of a god.
Who is watching? Who is memorizing their book of spells painted on stalks of red bamboo on the arms of foreign men? This emerald casting it’s prophecy in a field where two would gladly disappear, on a summer’s day, haloed in the gold from […]

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There are paper castles made of moon, the reflection of moon, rippling through water, like your hand over paper, it’s shadow shifting from the shape of a bird, into the shape of a mountain. Stillness here, inside the photograph, where we paint ourselves black and white, like performance artists who become the brave […]

hey, even if you don’t support the war, there are a lot of men and women over there who need love.
I’ve just organized a letter writing party, why don’t you?
it’s a great way of making a small difference in someone’s life who really needs it, even if you draw a smiley face on a piece […]

It’s elegant, the way you move me,the way your arms twirl me out,and snap me back into a dip,like a spanish dancer.
What is it in me who wantsto be the gardener in the backyard of the dead?To be the one gazing into telescopesat the milky fractures of stars?To be the collector of statues carved by […]