so excited to be working on a dance piece about trauma and gender featuring sounds from Ixixán and I Am a Spiral by the amazing eskimeaux. body movement is incredible and terrifying art.

ever long daze

this blog is my blog's best friend, and I took this lil portrait of its owner

brooklyn, pdx • color film

brooklyn and portland • december 2013 - january 2014

processed with help and guidance from lori rodriguez at ever long daze

Blue

skim the surface, find the feeling

there's enough ocean in me

full of water over under

i don't care about the sea

you're a buoy and a moor

you're an anchor and an oar

pull you inside me

i need wind behind me

leave you in the sea

storm and stars, black warnings

port and hearth, heart's warming

drift apart

go home

go home

drift apart

skipping heart, fleeing sinking

slick the stone, felt and flying

leave you in the sea

i need wind behind me

pull you inside of me

i need wind behind me

you're an anchor and an oar

you're a buoy and a moor

i don't care about the sea

there's enough ocean in me

pull you inside of me

i need wind behind me

Pan

A rabbit noses silently among the grasses of the pioneer
cemetery, its black and tan hide softening into shadows at the base
of a lone pine. It is calm for a feral animal.

Having lived with rabbits, Pan knows from the build that it is
female. She is a young creature.

Pan is worried that she is lost.

Pan approaches the animal softly, slowly.
The rabbit looks Pan directly in the eye.

yours are the only ears

susannah. this just stopped my heart.

http://yoursaretheonlyears.bandcamp.com/

we were just children 
holding hands to hang on 
& our bodies are destructive 
but isolation 
feels wrong 
although our room is a closet 
we feel like we belong 

but i am not yours 
& you are not mine 
i'm sorry i forget that sometimes 

i can feel your guilt 
fill your temper 
i know that we both can 
persuade the other 
but when you blow too hard 
i become nothing 
but the silence is a scar 
from before i heard you sing 

but i am not yours 
& you are not mine 
i'm sorry i forget that sometimes 

i'll put away my last breath 
before you come home 
& if it's not too late i'll tell you 
that i'm happy & you're not alone