the stench of the linseed the almost moldy, cold, wet clay the acid through the screen the petrol in the ink the lye in the dye the musky perfume of the raw loom aaaah the heavenly stench in which we love to drench our thirsts be quenched in order to express what must be freedContinue reading “art stinks”
Tag Archives: soul
fly bye
will you return to me by the fluttering of my wings do my feathers make a frequency that resonates with your heartstrings are there noises unknown to ears but heard within your soul is there music in my cup that beckons to your bowl
word less
there will always be more paper and ink than what you’ve left unwritten there will always be more noise in the air than what you’ve left unspoken there will always be more density in the mind than lightness in your soul only and always if you remain wordless
that which
i want that i am that that which i am i can only see what is already me so that which i think i am longing to be is already a part but feels fallen apart somewhere in my heart and i go searching again then i stub my toe from my grasping and woeContinue reading “that which”
dog soul
there is a tiny puppy that lives inside my soul it yelps at me to feed it and clanks upon its bowl it leaps at open doors and doors that i have closed it woofs and wants to be set free it nudges with its nose it whines when it is unseen it tugs andContinue reading “dog soul”
tried on
i tried so hard to sink into this soul downward and backward as if it were a bowl i breathed and blew bellowed like a flue and summoned all i knew i sulked and sunk i hulked and dunked contemplated like a monk i tried so wide to fill up this space to care andContinue reading “tried on”
gate weigh
how heavily must you stress to press against the iron to move those rusted hinges because you think you want what is beyond the gate? is there really a weight or a wait? is there resistance? are your heels dug in and your head dropped down? look up look in the gateway to your soulContinue reading “gate weigh”
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