The texts
are insistent:
it takes two points
to make a distance.

The cubit,
for instance,
is nothing
till you use it.

Then it is rigid
and bracelike;
it has actual strength.

Something metal
runs through every length-

the very armature
of love perhaps.

Only distance
lets distance collapse.



-Kay Ryan



(image "great rivers of the world, straightened, aligned and sorted by length" by Suárez Miranda)

alongthehorizongrewanunbrokenlineoftrees
____________________________________


-bpNichol

plummets plunks

puddle minders

pummels thunks



image from www.vanderbilt.edu/explorat...index.php

gnaws on core
heel splits
spits, explores

renewed walk
kickstarts'umm
a gust, a gawk
begins ag'un

gumboots to
boot the
gumption


anchor us
en:chorus

unfamiliar passages

re:in force
sings!



falsecreek strides
sidewalk skips
notices nudging buds
to fronds
elicits

a huck uh huck uh huck
amok a muck a mush

.

cold 'n rainy
weather be
umbrella bared
hold'n re:

everything'swarming up
on the spot

oath both boasts

-overcoats

as'leap
toe'wards
trippy
tenderills'lip

pushprod drops
into
lap

un's
tuck

repeats

head 'n arms

hand over hand

fingerfulls


ring t(hum)b
poin(term)iddle
p(ink)y


toe

jam

bore

eee



ex(plod)es!



-stub
(born)


ahh

llot

ment

There’ll never be a door. You are inside
and the fortress contains the universe
and has no other side nor any back
nor any outer wall nor secret core.
Do not expect the rigor of your path,
which stubbornly splits into another one,
which stubbornly splits into another one,
to have an end. Your fate is ironclad
like your judge. Do not expect the charge
of the bull that is a man and whose strange
plural form fills the thicket of endless
interwoven stone with your own horror.
It does not exist. Expect nothing. Not
even the beast obscured by the black dusk.


-Jorge Luis Borges


(Leonora Carrington painting)

loveless vessels

we vow
solo love

we see
love solve loss

else we see
love sow woe

selves we woo
we lose

losses we levee
we owe

we sell
loose vows

so we love
less well

so low
so level

wolves evolve



-christian bök poem

-joan miro painting "song of the vowels"

Lake——palegreen——shrouded——
skylake——clouded——shrouded——
yearning——blackblue——
sickness of heart——
pomgranate hue——
sickness of longing——
——! you !

In cloud——nay——ach——shroud——
nay——ach——shroud—— !
of——breast——
sickness of longing
gulps
pomegranate hue
from heart in chest——
palegreen lake in chest !
—— you !




_____
-poem baroness elsa von freytag-loringhoven
-image maarten vanden eynde

weer reelee small

bearly purrseptibul

weer incyde ars cellvs uh lawt


th payn xysts

mite ah swell njoy it


sum tymz

eye doo

end allsew knot

(insyd heer)


if u dneye urslf

thts ok 2



ink u bayshunn

or ahhtrofee

is uur choyss


sew wattevrr



n ee wayy

eye kayr uh bout u

mor or les

th saym uh mount

reeguardliss

uv yr stantz



...

-jessica gabriel (wurds & i)

is evreewher
n at th heart uv life

thers a deep insecuritee

n at th heart uv life

ther is love

tho not alwayze



-bill bissett

image 'i heer yu'

dreaming a handful of pebbles nestled between our bodies

rolling over in bed to face them, then back



hands pulling wads of bubble gum from my mouth to speak



many gelatinous ears are on display

cracked eggshells are arranged on plinths as art


...

-dream rendition by jessica gabriel

('distill' image by sarah clement)

"Here we are now at the middle of the fourth large part of this talk.
More and more I have the feeling that we are getting nowhere.
Slowly, as the talk goes on, we are getting nowhere, and that is a pleasure.
It is not irritating to be where one is.
It is only irritating to think one would like to be somewhere else.
Here we are now, a little bit after the middle of the fourth large part of this talk.
More and more we have the feeling that I am getting nowhere.
Slowly, as the talk goes on, slowly, we have the feeling we are getting nowhere.
That is a pleasure which will continue. If we are irritated it is not a pleasure.
Nothing is not a pleasure if one is irritated, but suddenly, it is a pleasure, and then more and more it is not irritating (and then more and more and slowly).
Originally we were nowhere; and now, again, we are having the pleasure of being slowly nowhere.
If anybody is sleepy, let him go to sleep."



-from john cage’s lecture on nothing


image matthew lee knowles

gesture, reach.
grasp.grab.grip.
wave, stretch,
thumb, slung, release


---




tomb or owe?

---


-jessica gabriel "myhandstillhurts"

rainbow hand image>
tribes.tribe.net/shadowjam...880242b710

r e a d r e a m e a r d r u m p l e a r n o i s y n t a x i s
b e t w e e n d o s o l o w o r d o w n p l o d e l i g h t
e n o r m o u s u a l l y a r d r a i n e r r u p t i m e
s a d d r e s s m o c k i n g i r l i s q u e e n
p i c t u r e p l y i n t r o d u c e m e t o i t

w e a r i n g e a r p h o n e s a n y w a y s i g h o s t r y

s u g g e s t g u s t g i s t
f a c e o f f b l i s s e s

b r e w h a h a
h a p p e n s t a n c e

w e l c o m i n g c o m m i t t e n s
v e l c r o w e m i t t a n c e
r e v e l l c r ' a w
v e l o c r a w l

i n f i n i


...
wordspill by jessica gabriel
image azita mirzaian

la pluie tombent
puis voila
la verdure vient


juste pour rire

juste pour pourrire!


(la nostalgie
dans la boue)



poem jessica gabriel
image sarah clement

"We hear the call of our wild. We play games to end their games.
Those who have been called bitches bark; pussies purr; cows moo; old bats squeal; squirrels chatter; nags whinny; chicks chirp; cats growl; old crows speech. Foxy ladies chase clucking biddies around in circles.
The play is part of our work of unweaving and of our weaving work. It whirls us into another frame of reference.
We use the visitation of demons to come more deeply into touch with our own powers/virtues.
Unweaving their deceptions, we name our Truth."


-hag (motherpeace tarot)

image leonora carrington

- aperture of yellow -


(come close)







the cloudless solitude of knowing

when knowing has not been
evidenced





how a single word can stalk you
for seven years, hurl itself

- out of the blue -

from bookshelves, newsstands







with the certain grace of a planet

an oval stone
revolves end over end
toward your forehead

slow-motion
you observe
its approach
hands shuttering face

as it cracks the windshield







to not be afraid when there was
every reason to fear


understanding tethered to
not wanting to know



-betsy warland

ar more than
sad whn theyr
parents brek
up

feel responsibul
for th separating
try to fix it
for yeers sum
times

evreething fracturs
th lens uv theyr
being whn they
focus on theyr
parents

like th sun n moon
ar onlee in
diffrent skies

littul kids can
blame theyr
parents judg
them

feel guiltee
make theyr
parents feel
that way as
well until

th parents listn
n can xplain that

life changes n
dusint have to
split th atom like
th atom uv theyr
being

what sumtimes bugs
me is ium still
singul on the levee
its hard sumtimes
being a littul kid

we all ar crying out
cum back mommee dadee
love each othr agen
pleez

littul kids want all
th securitee they
can

until they see we
change playmates
like they n they let
go uv fixing n arint
afrayd anee more

n we can let go uv
feeling bad abt our
changing if its onlee
wun life or a serees
uv lives its to

b giving taking
without guilt finding
what we want finding
it dusint have to hurt
aneewun

tho we all can want to
b lookd aftr in evree
department that desire
can set us up for sum
disapointment

th vois uv littul kids
keeps us careful can
n happee bananas n
papayas dropping off

palm treez
listning to each
othr n loving

its onlee us
wer all on
our own n

sharing


-bill bissett

from "hard 2 beleev"
image "familee"

If I lick you will I have visions?


will you become a prince?
will you become a princess?


I don’t want to leave my animal form.


...

words & sketch- jessica gabriel

on the other side of the world
on the other side of the room
on the other side of the curtain

twinkle twinkle little...

I'm a moon, not a star

I'm a little little moon


-jessica gabriel

song>>>blip.fm/profile/mothli...-Disinformation


Coincidence and likely stories
They dog your trail like a pack of lies

They whine at night when the lights are out
You toss and turn, you pitch and roll
Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm

Just when I need another point of view
Here you come from nowhere, from over the waves

I stand amazed, I see your greatest hits
They blow back down the chimney into everyone's eyes

Creative thinking in the first degree
You're a three-way mirror of a one-way world

It's a perverse company you work for
They build the past, it just can't last
It's obsolete by design

They send you out rerouting history
To make the same old mistakes in a brand new way

Come out from under cover
Ollie Ollie in free
Come out, come out wherever you are

And virgin places don't mean a thing
To people who never bring their hearts along

And fools like them never fall at all
They're tough as sin, let nobody in
They turn and spin your wheels and nobody wins

Coincidence and likely stories
They dog your trail like a pack of lies
They whine at night when the lights are out
You toss and turn, you pitch and roll
Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm

-buffy sainte marie


image "Self Portrait" from heyokamagazine.com/ArtListW...Marie.htm

what's back there?


falling away


as she walks



~image "building blocks" kumi yamashita



rotating profiles,
lit from the side...
www.youtube.com/watch

safely keeping
something's husk
left on the stalk
some time falls off

dried discarded
saving place
can fill pillows
with this space


plants keep on
and on and on
and on and on
and

drooling
seeding
soon freezing
dirt surrounding

the bed was made
they wrestled!
they were close
were silent.

.

asking is helpful

how can we best fix/cure/preserve/save this?

may we?


keep it
dug up, bagged,
dehydrated, dried,
imbued, infused,
in envelopes, stewed

plants sleep in
all hues

.


-jessica gabriel



"autumn" painting by Giuseppe Arcimboldo

make a wish

ha!

all.

allow...

low,

ow!


~

video still from Marina Abramovic, "Dragon Heads" performance.

...this box of wires
and words
'n typing
it obscures everything...




strumming broken guitar song,
sincerely,

hum till something’s seen.

here till something's been.



um,

lit!

something,

sit.



thistle grit


gristle gist


are you bitter?


-twit


twist!



photo & poem jessica gabriel

fooly boy
did disappear

what awful melancholic idiocy as departing gesture!


how r u getting along wwwithout?


~~~

I wish upon the waves
(casting casting)

we call those crests
white caps,
they look like horses
manes galloping
through the ocean ocean
ocean


(go from below)

~~~

oh,
high tide,
dive in.
high tide,
dive in dive in...

low tide exposes
the barnacles

ouch, my foot is cut

it's okay cause salt
water is the best
thing for a cut
did you know?
salt water is the best thing for a cut


~

(a ton of plankton I
eat everyday)

~

going under water,
I wish I had gills mmm

I'm a beached whale
people are poking sticks
at me,
beached whale rolling over
and rotting.

~~

(you know they haven't
mapped it all)

~~

the light isn't bright
under the ocean,
it's dark dark dark


you wouldn't be able
to see me,
I wouldn't be able
to see you.


phosphorescence
phosphorescence
essence
phosphorescence
incessant
incessant



there's so much sound
pollution, all
the animals go
deaf from your boats...

drilling drilling drilling
drilling incessant
incessant


it's okay

salt water
salt water

it's okay

salt water
salt water
salt water

~~~

all these rocks are way
older than you.
wearing away,
worn away
at the edges first

.
.
.

shadow image, jessica gabriel

Fantastic space....one two, one two....

Below below below.

Audio log one:::

Toy.

toy toy
toy

what makes...?

what makes a toy a toy?

what makes a toy a toy and not a tool?

what's the difference between a toy and a tool?

does anybody know what makes a toy a toy and not a tool?

~I will ask somebody now~

Does anyone have any ideas?

No?

What's the difference between a toy and a tool?

yes?

>What's the difference between a tool and a toy?

yeah.

um...

Umm...

It's a tough question.

You!
.
.
.

>It's the play!

>Is it fun?

>Do you play?


It's the play.

Is it fun?

Do you play?

Is it fun?


Tools aren't fun?


>It's the feeeeling of the play.


It's the feeling of the play.


ohhh!




photo from www.funsci.com/fun3_en/toys/toys.htm#11

travaille trips
on
swaying ships
with
strong spirits

it tips!

gliding through the air

there! there! (all eyes pointing upwards)


...........fades into the distance......



when it returns,
shoot it right through,
and through!

leap into the spotlight
and
colour
me
full

(you can scrub mine till your heart's content)

always expectant
feeling:::: the tilt of water
beneath.

coup de foudre!
(finger flick this lightning trick)

ainsi loin du ciel

voudriez vous?
quoi? quoi? quoi?!
quand?
comment?
pourquoi?
(pourquoi pas?)


....
photo & wurdz by jessica gabriel

may be revolving (dynamic)
or fixed (static)


natural spirals are not "perfect", but "show slight progression" and gradually lose phase over long periods


(all) having (or) needing elements of:::
~harmonic flow~
~compact form~
~efficient array~
~increased exchange~
~transport~
~anchoring~



other spiral paths are traced out by orbiting bodies overtime, or are shapes developed by organisms developing a compact form




“The growth of understanding follows an ascending spiral rather than a straight line”

~Joanna Field




“Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace.”

~May Sarton




top bits from bill mollison's permaculture designer's manual
image painting detail, jessica gabriel

TRUTH/ FALSE

The sixth finger is usually not used because it's existence is not
physically perceivable.

There is a transparent peace tower in New York City which casts no
shadow and, therefore, very rarely recognized.

Blood is not red unless exposed, and blue when it's imagined.

The structure of the American jury system is taken from the chance
music operation by John Cage, (The noted Judge Connolly is said to
have said "all verdicts are beautiful".)

Mt. Fuji, whose colour is blue and white from a distance and
volcano red when you go near, is a carefully planned modern
Japanese project built to attract American tourists.

The East Side is not a word to define its location but was originally
a name of the town "The Wise East on the Wrong Side." Later it
was shortened to the presently known "The East Side".

Your weight is twice mine, and height 5 inches shorter.

Grapefruit is a hybrid of lemon and orange.
Snow is a hybrid of wish and lament.

All fruits are related species of banana, which was the first fruit in
existence. The Bible lied about the apple because they felt mentioning
the word banana too undignified.

Roaches are moving forms of flowers, though visually they seem
unconnected.

Happenings were first invented by Greek gods.

The word "manila envelope" comes from a deeply-rooted racial
prejudice.

Coughing is a form of love.

All streets are invisible. The visible ones are fake ones, though some
visible ones are the end parts of the invisible ones.

Teeth and bones are solid form of cloud.

Paper is marble cut so thin that it has become soft. (Make marble
out of toilet paper.)

Plastic is a portion of the sky cut out in solid form. (Collect many
pieces of plastic and look through them to see if they look blue.)

If you wear clothes long enough it becomes part of you and you
will suffer from serious physical maladjustment when you take it off.
A princess died from taking off vines that had covered her for ten
years. A prince, when his encircling vines were removed, was found
to be non-existent.

When you leave things, you leave your spirit behind, too. But if you
don't leave them, you age.

Your brother is the man you killed in the past world. He was born
in your family because he wanted to be near you.

There is a wish man in the corner of the world whose daily task is
to send good-will waves to the world to clear the air.

Men used to walk on hands upside down, but they changed to the
present form because it was considered less obscene.

99 percent of the world is dead bodies and tombs. We are the
remaining 1 per cent...(or are we?).

There are one thousand suns arising every day. We only see one of
them because of our fixation on monistic thinking.

Piano keys are flower-petals turned hard.

People who bought Ono's "bagwear" invariably encountered
fantastic good luck and fortune. -ad.

A cloud consists of the following substances: colour, music, smell,
sleep and water. Sometimes it rains substances other than water, but
very few people notice it.


-yoko ono (questionnaire from "grapefruit" book)

my big toe is numb

the largest one on my left foot has been tingly & unfeeling for the last four days
on and off
just the one side of it
it feels weird

I ignore it
I massage it
I talk to it
I walk it
I give it loving

nothing is changing

how can this little bit of absence be felt so strongly?
the absence of what?
blood?
sensation?
circulation?
energy?


maybe I'm not standing up or sitting or stretching or laying down in the best way



oh the extremity!

sees us

black inky movements
sketching across the ground

turn, turn,,,,

stop.

stare.

hop skip hop
hip hup hup

up
.
.
.
up
.
.
perch on wires,


gawk.


swoops from bough to bough


stare.


swift cackle !


flail.


watch, search, scavenge,,,,

communicate.


(gentle clicking)



lurch

leer

urge


(bird dirge)


can always wait.


say what you see!

(or just watch)


is it urgent?


(listen)

within winter's cold and deep, the sun is setting low.
hidden somewhere, a Bear lightly sleeps,
her body full,
aglow.

her mind's eye often wandering, to places beyond her den.
she sleepwalks shapes of dreamed imaginings,
plenty
and
often.




.
~
(nestled, zen-like, patient,
waiting for the thaw)
~
.
.
.
.
.
.


"A slumbering bear has all it needs within. "




meditation guru!


hibernation station::::
what does a bear dream?




"One of the most celebrated hibernators is the American black bear (Ursus americanus). It can go for as long as 100 days without eating, drinking, urinating, defecating, or exercising.
"www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/sa...ernation.html



-shadowjam image

vancouver:::
living's easing

getting a grip on a
curved handled stick

one house dissolves
another house renews

smelters

quick!
simple observation is the first step in successful integration of anything!

take your time having the time
taking a look around

first off I can tell that:
---I will itch often if I'm not careful about what I put my hands to---


toot toot!
wham bam boom!
jamming to the tune of:
"fixedup my bike today so tomorrow I can ride away!"
around town, zoom zoom

as for all these possessions:
well,
gotta be patient still waiting for my things to hit to the ground
taking note of what's leaping frilly out from within the mound
(hounding my own belongings brings stings)

and sings:
oh to
hang it up in the right place...
so my head doesn't go bonk
and my hands aren't groping in the dark

psst...
filling the sockets is a process of patience
and prowess
-avoid frayed wires
-replace burnt out lightbulbs
-notice how the sun spills into the room

within this light
I expect that my whereabouts will be revealed soon
tight
until then
I peer out
bright
alongside you in this glowing room

insight

appearing here

and there

grooming the looming

hooplah!

loop dee loop dee loop dee...

~roaming autumnal ideas matter.



umbrella mandala by jouste
www.flickr.com/photos/dpb.../262954967/

,.,.,.,.,.,
.,.,.,.,.,.
.,.,.,.,.,.
mulch
.,.,.,.,.,.
.,.,.,.,.,.




.............
image, jessica gabriel

swaying girth
spanning time
brief pockets of sun
(the streaming kind)

lantern domes make muffled sounds
(momentarily illuminating mine)

flickering embers in the campfire's bowl
little lapping, licking flames
jamming survival in the newborn coal
this fire is never tame


.....
shadow puppet image, jessica gabriel

He looks out the window
and he is amazed
The road stretches further
than it did before
He stumbles barrel chested
forward blind
The small animal knows only go

Fall is not death
absence is sweet
Your heart wants a face like the leaves want your feet
Fall is not death
a brick wall is love
Lie on top of eachother
but it’s not enough

And sure it is a strange, sad place
You see it as you ride the bus
Her eyes are painted on her face
To look
to him
to look
to us

Fall is not death
to live is impure
Things are more beautiful when they’re obscure
To fall is not death
to know is not me
Things are more beautiful when they’re hard to see

The stars are more stars than they usually are

Hey there’s a fire in that well lit tree

He can look forward to driving for hours

They’re asleep in the back seat

The head on disaster
they passed on the road
What once were trains
now metal now death
The cars move slow
slow like blood

The beauty
has her
hold her
breath

.

-veda hille
words from her album 'spine'
art by geoffrey farmer from 'you do not live in this world alone'

Once upon a time there was on oyster child. She
never said a word, didn't give a damn, just lived
quietly at the bottom of the ocean, and did what she
could, which in effect meant doing nothing and
keeping very still, to protect herself. This required
constant effort and she developed and ulcer; but she
kept on at it, protecting herself from within herself
and keeping her mouth shut tight. Then one day a
diver found her and cut her open. Inside the oyster
was the most beautiful pearl anyone had seen. Its
near perfection, its extraordinary size, its gentle
lustre was absolutely amazing. Everyone came from
far and near solely to admire it. And was the oyster
pleased? She was probably pleased, but for obvious
reasons she said nothing.


Question: Why did the oyster say nothing?
a. From habit
b. Because by this time she was
already dead
c. Out of sheer modesty.



~~~
by Suniti Namjoshi
from Feminist Fables

-shadowjam image

tout est possible

seulement si
vous vous exprimez
clairement jusqu'au fin

pour toi,
je meurs
et puis
tout devient claire

pendant tes chansons
j'en veut hurler comme le loup
puis souvent arrêter
en silence
en veille
dans la toile d'araignée

l'ordinateur brille comme une lune
aveugle
ici pour éviter
la résurrection et la répétition
du temps perdu
dans la paysage du coeur lourde

j'affine
mes pensées
avec patience,
avec soin
par soir
pour sois

tout est possible quand
la fin est parvenue

encore ici
quand même
aussi proche


---
image, jessica gabriel

under here
I never was
there on
your body

herein
standing some
busy act

forgotten
oddly

lesson
nevertheless


...
jessica gabriel photo & wurds

fooly girl does never bite
better beast her measuring gut
derelict raw quitters never lie
Lucky try

yen bury kneed

I’ll port.
im goya differenss
furrn vurn thunderchamp !
loop fort nut mirk

seer free

wren bye shy wax fax sexythinkin
hump oo more
wig byte nuts

Out troutbag utterak !
this, if fun, right thing young
wig big fried run

Could ass zewru poili?
politefright burrrr = butter duncenilll
kmoll vroll

jug cut hug

Fortunately he forgot to hitten frought:
Vroom lollypop

Awesome scope

Quill ruffle Seemingly hemself

Leaning ghostly
Gutteral elf

Buffer drought Ligament frozen
Wilt spilling thing yup
Jugular sweeping hummer fro

Love seamen
Weekly
Morning yodel Swattearm question

Hoghway rising hyah dealings
bionic voluptuous dear street freak

limbo go !
Merciless unending

Careful police
Huge blistering Lick

Hug thrown yonder frightener fight yurt

Hyad Fresh By fry
Wet rug nutter was desk

Lop

Careful in knowing you

ink plod frothy upswing

fright yip wet
rut yeft ghost
welt gill jilt
nut nip mop
lip fry tug

frock cough

Lack locking huge thoroughly yours truly,


.



-image of The Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven, 1915

for optimum fun...



just relax

and let your body

guide you

.

.

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notice
how
the form
informs you
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it can be revelatory!


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sketch by jessica gabriel

it's okay
to die on the beach,
you'll be taken
away by the waves...

it's okay to die on the beach,
you'll be washed away by the waves...

~~~

I wish upon the waves
(casting casting)

we call those crests
white caps,
they look like horses
manes galloping
through the ocean ocean
ocean


(go from below)

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oh,
high tide,
dive in.
high tide,
dive in dive in...

low tide exposes
the barnacles

ouch, my foot is cut

it's okay cause salt
water is the best
thing for a cut
did you know?
salt water is the best thing for a cut


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(a ton of plankton I
eat everyday)

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going under water,
I wish I had gills mmm

I'm a beached whale
people are poking sticks
at me,
beached whale rolling over
and rotting.

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(you know they haven't
mapped it all)

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the light isn't bright
under the ocean,
it's dark dark dark

you wouldn't be able
to see me,
I wouldn't be able
to see you.

phosphorescence
phosphorescence
essence
phosphorescence
incessant
incessant



there's so much sound
pollution, all
the animals go
deaf from your boats...

drilling drilling drilling
drilling incessant
incessant


it's okay

salt water
salt water

it's okay

salt water
salt water
salt water

it's okay to die by the ocean,
the tide will take
you away...

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all these rocks are way
older than you.
wearing away,
worn away
at the edges first



-shadowjam image

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(Hand painted and Embroidered Quilt by Judy Coates Perez)

sketch by jessica gabriel

à Vancouver,
avec un ami que je connaissais.
C’était plein de __________

Ici c’est plutôt l’apercoi
et la conversation. Lui, il fume,
moi, je prends des pas lents.
j’observe.

Sans argent, je discute
le moment. Une fenêtre casser,
une carte à acheter.

Les oiseaux sont
toutes partout, ils crient, la
plupart d’eux bavardent.

Je dessine. L’art, les mots,
ma ma ma ma,
ma manière __________

Maintenent je suis confus,
je suis ici, je suis souriante.

I get shivers when I sound
stut stut stut surrendering
to it. It’s ever present,

acknowledgment is a powerful
thing. Choose the right moment

mais mais mais ensuite
pas aussi vite........ vider
l’anticipation _________

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