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.

On belonging

You, an orphaned four-year-old boy

Me, alone in a family. 

I didn’t have the means to keep you

But now, I see that you never asked. 

 

You needed to push your head out 

the window

And let the risk animate  

your fine, baby hair. 

 

Food for the Hungry project

Dressing in worm skins

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