Category Archives: observance

Shore

The shore is self-realized, every minute mineral owned by itself and the others, and meets but does not need the ocean, although passersby see them exist as one, like the sky and that cloud which hangs like bated breath in … Continue reading

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i dont (episode 4: a breakout series)

i don’t remember the last time i remembered myself, caught the lobe of my ear dangling off a ray of the star, Sirius, loud and self-embracing me, i’m tired of the pick apart put together caused by self-explosion and the … Continue reading

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i don’t (episode 2: a breakout series)

i don’t take risks anymore, i don’t sink my hands into the welcoming grit of moistened ground, i hope to be stopped by gold at my feet, afraid of dirty though my face is read, and my veins have blown, … Continue reading

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“I don’t know”

I know the truth, on the hazy summer days when heat squeezes the odour out of breeze caught flowers, sweaty inner thighs, and chlorine pools. I know the truth of the sky in mid-turn, mid-hack in a cloudless space, dazed … Continue reading

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earthquake

gas masks, metal rods cowered underneath the pressure of overabundant friction. my brother left old skin behind, in the rubble. the tremor of neurons, or hands, or lands is cause for alarm (which is a tremor of neurons), (which is … Continue reading

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Tell your story, too(sday)

Originally posted on a4resilience.wordpress.com I was watching an episode of Jane the Virgin, where Jane and Rafael go to therapy to work out their differences for the sake of their son, Mateo. At one point, she said that the worst … Continue reading

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