I love this film

June 8, 2019

so come here. let me love those bruises out of you. we’ll love like children
with a box of bandages – we won’t ask where it hurts. we’ll
just kiss all of it.

Ashe Vernon

caution: this poet only speaks in junipers, and seaweed.
only drinks sunlight brewed coffee –
warning: this poet is still searching for a word
to soften the currents in her palms
crawls in to orchards to breathe like the flowers
dancing high on the trees.
this poet breaks open fruits to learn sweetness
is being reckless holy
misdialling Lucifer
to ask for his lost glory.
this poet is creating god from dirt
& feeding sugar to the birds.
creates tenderness out of discarded clothings
and eden out of whispers.
this poets fills her belly with vile creatures
& laughs when they wriggle.
this poet is building castles out of broken temples
is carrying heaven in the darkness of her skin.
this poet is no poet is god made girl
no – this poet is girl made god.

Patricia Camille Anthony

Art and love

June 8, 2019

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.

Chuck Klosterman
Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story

Anne Marie sighed, a sigh so deep it caused her breasts to swell – like two young pears as fresh as spring, thought Lars.

Neal Barrett Jr
The Karma Corps