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08. a stain harder to remove than a tattoo, 2025

The moon rains from the sky
Settled into a puddle
Iridescent bubbles flutter up to the surface
Stillness overflows

What is left? A scene without a light
To slumber without knowing if dreams exist
Somber is the night

Then the puddle reflected back
Refracting my image
Bubbles to shards
Iridescent to dull

What was left?
Remnants of disturbance
To slumber with doubt
Ripping through darkness
Endless plight

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Zoloft (soft), 2024
Thank you for tomorrow, 2024
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06. 11:11

nothing left to say here, take a dive.

05. weeping angels, 2024

god is real and i have seen him god is real and we are beneath him god is real and we can breathe him god is real and he will consume us god is real and he is not a friend god is real and for that i suffer god is real i so i choose the other path because where god is going an angel will lose its wings

04. Ashes, 2023-24

Employing elements of dance, Ashes explores the movement of the body and interaction among multiple bodies that bleed into one being. The bodies sway in and out of position while still in synchronized movement. One arm following another, followed by a third, and in this choreography a dance of flesh and surroundings is created. The subjects move in tune to their encompassing background and are aware of space and time-keeping. Like music, the subjects move in harmony. Distorted waves of twinkling sounds envelop the scene, causing uncertainty and chaos but the figures so elegantly continue to follow one another in seemingly organized footwork. Although the figure improvises movements, there is a harmony imbedded in the flesh. Ashes is a reflection of our physical beings falling in line with nature, movements that are organic and genuine because they are not predetermined. The exploration of body and movement play a roll in reaching the ephemeral quality of existence. Ashes is a dance, a song, a mirror of our bodies versus soul and nature.

03. Intimate Acts of Violence, 2024

Referencing Butoh and incorporating music "intimate acts of violence" is a performance of grief and ecstasy. Derailing from the tracks of accepted societa norms and crashing into the bleak, dim limbo; the in between; the twilight of night and day...day and night? Where are we now? How do we read the manuscript of sorrows, of violence, of ending, of relief, of grief? Of me and who I am perceived to be? I shall conduct myself to perform behind a mask, as a puppet of self. Myself? I lost my identity time and time over again, swaying between vices, swaying between destinations swaying between souls. My soul? How many souls can I acquire? I am Chichikov, I am me, and I am many me's all at once. AND the page is turned, onto the next cycle of grief and battle with pain. We travel down the cantos til we reach swee icy ecstasy. Down where Virgil leads Dante. We are here and we are free, this is me and ripples of grief lift around me. I see the light and it is bright. Come through th tunnel, be born again and let me cry my fears away.

02. THIS SONG IS ABOUT TAKING OUT THE TRASH

in this you will find histories and stories, anecdotes, fun times, hard times, an archive.

01. de/a/scending

based on the novelas i watched with my dear grandmother