bearings
three stars in the west, isosceles triangle at month’s beginning, now right. navigating the great ocean, lost as ever.
three stars in the west, isosceles triangle at month’s beginning, now right. navigating the great ocean, lost as ever.
curating family: so many relations. one chooses to stick with a few, and persists in accepting the failures to meet eye-to-eye, for the little successes that eye-heart-to-breathe-meet-within
“make one up, dadú” forgiveness, it’s what we do tonight’s lullaby
as flexible as the human voice can be “thank you” is the richest melody
well i wonder where you are tonight and i listen hard to see from where i lay, so high atop the roots of this old tree i send you kisses sweet, my dear like vinegar and lye and if you ever find me here, susanna, don’t you cry