these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Dec 6, 2009

Blackland

the soft alarm of feathers falling will point you out
clear as North. we have vultures here,
a willing rottweiler. every stiff hair
a trigger. a black that waits to spring.
the vines twist and we taste
your scent on the sticks.
we will see you before you see us.
stranger.
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