hi.

This site is ever a work in progress. It is being built with accumulated gestures. I place them here, in this space between us, so that we might surprise ourselves, so that we might know our connection.

Dressing in worm skins

Compacted soil cracks

dark with the invitation

to be blind and  

then to see. 

To be loosed from my

bones, in the space of

what I will become. 

On belonging

Tiny update

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