New Year’s should be new, right? Like fresh and magical and better. And I know that’s bullshit, but for some reason, I still download a new app, something to tell me to drink water or exercise or floss or some shit.

12 again, oh yes, again, again

visual poem on faith, heritage, coming, and going

IMMIGRATION | EMIGRATION

Varelse’s eyes are so many, very many. The eyes cluster with moss hiding the lids. In the last year, MotherFather wanted us to see an open eye. They said it was an unwordable thing, but the nearest words were ‘eye of a whale, a baby, a god.’ 

Varelse

You tell me to bring a bathing suit cause you’ve got a pool now, and you do, only it’s the blow-up kind, big enough for two, which works cause it’s just you and me. 

It's been what? Two, three years?

My skeleton tilted their skull up, stretched their bones wide in the cool, crisp sun.

I took my skeleton for a walk today

And as the dough rises higher than high, we’ll call all our friends, tell them “Come to the circus and bring your blowtorch."

K.A. Nielsen

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