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Buca wants to be Grace.

There had been many births now and Elm had started to sculpt with the disused ectoplasms. She found it a Continue reading →

Buca’s first words

This ectoplasm took place in a bar. The bar was dimly lit by a lamp in each corner. By one Continue reading →

Births of Buca

When your heart is a golden mango and set amber tours your veins, birth will be different for you. The Continue reading →

2 years laying in wonder.

Elm has laid in wonder for two years. Her golden tinted view has dispersed, her hair has grown into the Continue reading →

disembark

breaking down the pieces of me, my life here, in this place, ready to disembark, over there, in that place. Continue reading →

Elm talks to a tree

The Tree and Elm are deep in conversation. They have talked about entities, skin care, operations, politics and dadaism. The Continue reading →

Blue boots and white panties.

The conversation was not to take place as he had not answered the phone. Elm was in thought of the Continue reading →

This place …

What if you loved the Earth as if it were your child? What if you loved your Earth the way Continue reading →

coda

you are like a lover to me: you, me, us. I have been sitting across from you, time passing, observing Continue reading →

snakehead

you are a sea, you are a pool, a lake; I could dip in you, for a while, just a Continue reading →

The place of trust

Then I went under To deep corridors of sleep I trusted you with all my consciousness My breath You watched Continue reading →

The place where you can wear your heart in red

The library was hanging from the cliffs touched by beaming rays of sun. Heavy with books but void of footsteps Continue reading →

How do i tolerate myself today?

How do I tolerate myself today? How do I tolerate my unusual urges, My lack of conviction, My strange dereliction Continue reading →

sunday 3pm

Foggy brain, Stains on these ventricles, thudding. In front blind; behind is beside blowing raspberries, the masticated fruit collecting under Continue reading →

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