
October, 2009.
Spasija and I'm caught somewhere between writer, fawn, cat, wolf and general addict. The other half in the female department of Deer Brains and pretty delighted with the title. I like to create and I really like to lucid dream so in general, I re-create those dreams you CAN control and usually, that is served up in piles of words, scribbles, dribbles and most recently, cinematography. I live in a constant, ideal amount of fear that I am not doing enough not talking enough not creating enough and usually, that pushes me to keep on moving forward. Anything I take an interest in I become addicted to and therefore inspired by and right now that would be Emir Kusturica, crows/bats, Theda Bara, doo wop groups, cave men, witches and inflatable dolls. So that's the kind of platter you can expect from my input in Deersville and to get a better picture you can peek at my writing and illustration over at www.thechamberofdreams.wordpress.com and a slice of my brain at http://ectoplasmicresidue.tumblr.com. Two years till the end of the world lovers, let's make the most of it. X
Chasing breath.
& This may be the last time I watch these ghosts,
Walking through grey halls.
Dust on the air like galaxies,
& I’ve been pushing my way through degrading orbits,
Tangling my fingers in your hair,
As you lay just beneath the surface.
Eyes swollen & black,
& The only sound I can hear,
Is the cold as it creeps into the room,
Surrounding & drowning,
What remains is just magnolias blooming,
From the cracks in my skin.
As jet streams tether me to the course of constellations (across conversations),
We’ve had before.
& You don’t know how beautiful you would’ve been,
Dressed in these wounds.
The sun hangs crookedly,
On its axis of tin & wire.
& The light finds a way through my fingers,
Just like your words as they unfold,
Like an aurora.
2 comments:
You are amazing.
Love you.
Great work, I look forward to seeing more of it.
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