I came back not to regret or ask the particulars of why I left. When a tree falls, it’s roots aim jagged, pointing in all directions.
gift from johan and read in an airport waiting room, all the home comings and goings. In new year-ed way I am poking at where I have been and noticing all that is patterned but also all that is not. Am entertaining idea that the task is not to force order upon
inside your throat, captured / in equidistance, laughter / accumulates and dies
Really winding collection that prompts and reacts to itself. Feels like honing of dark voice // not the wanting to save oneself so much as the recognition that one could be. Quiet year, that voice speaks for all of us. Strong internal song to the writing, called me forward whole time :) rhythm like mom’s Tagalog spun English.
Across the hulk of it all, we want the sky to want us too. And for what sky there is inside us to be devout.