Driving extra slow in the whirling snowstorm earlier, I had a magical moment: I caught glimpse of a whimsical red, heart-shaped helium balloon float into the sky. I smiled and reflected because it reminds of the love I wanna be. For real, free, absolutely light, constant, bursting through the chaos elements.

the two poems are inspired by a sign and by a yoga experience.

the interior
becomes a minimalist's dictation when
a heavy body seated unknowingly, tensed,
so tightened, so fastened, so closed
moves
into
sitting there with
a glacier
inner thighs terse
that
melt into feeling weak, i feel my muscles,
strong, knowingly but now
shake, i just want to bear it
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Just returned a little while ago from the hospital emergency room with my dad - he is okay and now my parents are asleep.

Sometimes, I find I secretly look forward to when my father has an allergic reaction or minor surgery and when I have to go to the hospital with him because then the context seems to allow us to have some really hilarious and ( Read more... )

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( 15 songs to honour the first snowfall. today the snow stayed. )

TectonicsMy mother and I are sitting on a once free-floating wooden path in which the ice has glaciated it and now it is fixed where Our bodies are square and firm masses on this temporary surface. It is sticky and it is wet ice -- at corners, ridges, shards -- there is water. The ice is imperfect because of this. It is cool but not cold. I do not ( Read more... )

Some new photos and some old photos


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medium: markers & ink on watercolour paper
size: 5 x 3.5"


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Usually this is the month every year where I find myself falling in love again with Björk's (2001) album, Vespertine. It's quiet and gushing and breathless and full of whispers and full of light and full of warmth and gorgeousness. It is my winter album. It's my album to lie in bed in big blankets and fall asleep with headphones on in some ( Read more... )