I was thinking how people I hold as eternal keep dying – I don’t know I believe this till they pass – when the news came: you so constantly here […]
Year: 2014
i love my hip, i love my healers
the healer community in detroit is pretty amazing. small, but gifted. i work with adela nieves, who is trained as a curandera, and with enid carter, a black mama masseuse […]
future things: on skawennati, yan jun, feedback improvisation + international kindred in montreal
i’m writing from a train pressing through a gray quebec landscape. yesterday i spoke at science faction, the sight + sound international digital arts festival in montreal. the panel i […]
sugar shifting is hard.
i am nine days into this sugar shift and it is hard! what gets me through it is taking pictures of myself looking cute to stay inspired. the challenges include […]
only lovers left alive: movie review / gush
i have said it before and i must say it again: if you are a vampire, i want in. turn me. i am rearticulating this in light of jim jarmusch’s […]
mothers, metaphors, life
Today for some reason I keep thinking about mothers as planets. Or actually, as earth, in terms of being a body that is a life source. I am thinking about […]
amb and sugar, sitting in a tree. amb: GET OUT OF MY TREE!
yesterday i started the sugar detox again. i did the sugar detox in february, and i loved it. i came off it on a glowy high of self-love and new […]
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Forgiveness Litany
Forgiveness, pour into me Fill me up so my every word, every touch Can only be you Give me breath to say what I’ve done Not in spite of witness […]
they have taken the girls
I don’t watch a lot of news, but somewhere along my spectacularly bad day yesterday I saw this story about the kidnapped schoolgirls in Nigeria and it devastated me. For […]
napowrimo poem 30: for her, in amsterdam
prompt: write a farewell poem. for her, in amsterdam what is more precious than these salt stained kisses frantic lovers’ bruises the look in our liberated eyes our scent, now […]