what document were you, before he entered what need, were you, bleeding to her without recognizing it in yr own eyes why does the page keep disappearing? who are you? what are you? why can’t you See yourself? these are the things i write when i am sorry. these are the things i write when i am lonely. when i am sad. when i am heroic. when i bring my feelings to the page instead of throwing them on someone else. we use our words to heap feelings on people we use our energy, our capacity for human intention, which really is a seed of magik, to harm, hurt, lock up, wack, chord, invade, disrupt other people this can happen. this does happen. (and it can be seen on many levels) ___ A question I recently received from Sandra Kim stays with me: " How can we stop being afraid of how much racism we have interna...
this blog is a place for feelings, it is a place for critical thought, for wonder wandering through curiosity and uncertainty. for dreams, for tracking, for documenting my life as a queer, white, ancestrally slavic, welsh, and english, genderfluid, pagan, highly sensitive, psychic, hearing, heartfelt, tender, human being. based in turtle island. currently occupying duwamish territory.