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.

Apr 6, 2010

this poem makes my heart hurt, swollen up with those bad memories and days: beautiful, fearful, crushing weights.

SHARD


Where one by one you turned my faces up
toward the sun's surface
and drank them like deer water.






-Aase Berg
(from With Deer)
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow. That one is amazing.

April 6, 2010 at 10:14 AM
angela simione said...

yay! so glad you like it! she is an AMAZING writer!

April 6, 2010 at 11:00 AM

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