A self study Cold toast in a wig cap Small bodies before dawn Damp floors lit by propane All hushed radio noises Sun lights foreplay A waiting game Some rented shade A holding space A tomb , a gift , a hellscape #basecamp
A self study Cold toast in a wig cap Small bodies before dawn Damp floors lit by propane All hushed radio noises Sun lights foreplay A waiting game Some rented shade A holding space A tomb , a gift , a hellscape #basecamp
A self study Cold toast in a wig cap Small bodies before dawn Damp floors lit by propane All hushed radio noises Sun lights foreplay A waiting game Some rented shade A holding space A tomb , a gift , a hellscape #basecamp
A self study Cold toast in a wig cap Small bodies before dawn Damp floors lit by propane All hushed radio noises Sun lights foreplay A waiting game Some rented shade A holding space A tomb , a gift , a hellscape #basecamp
Everyone’s invited honey Sit down. Pop a squat. Pull up a chair. We only have so much damn time. I want more make outs. And camp outs. And clothes swaps and grief dances. I want candle readings and tree trimmings and random show ups for no damn good reason other then to be in eachother presence just a little longer. I got enough to share. And am well rounded in my boundary language of alone time. So come on over. I’m ready to host the human rebellion over snacks and coffee anytime. Photo by my glorious to be sister in law @themodernclog
I look at nothing Nothing left Feeling the hand outstretched Holding the all but memorized shape of possessions that have lifted me and clothed me. Kept me warm. Brought me to tears Brought me closer to the person I want to be. Maybe I dreamt of. Or dreams that had dreamt me since I was a child My fingers ache A Tender want to grasp for the wooden plate and the picture of my mothers face. Nothing but my hand remains The holder. The one that dances them to animate That pushes life into lifeless space. Nothing but the seed the remains. An angels gift of imprint The human work of surrendering to Change. ——- The whole grieving heart of community spread from the mountains to the sea. I’m just so devastated. I’ll activate soon and start sending out the helpful links or mutual aid and real needs. But now , I’m allowing the collapse. (( words written for my loved ones that lost everything. My home and family are safe ))
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
I think of the babies that are being born I think of the soil I think of the wet grass I think of the promise of every morning I think often Of quitting the whole damn thing I think of how the scene is set A forgotten street corner That becomes lit with purpose with Two lovers stumbled steps I think of how conversations Awaken from the most painful corners I think maybe it’s time To ask the question What are you willing to lose to live the life you’ve dreamt of ? I think sleep will come And I think our revolution is done With being young And restless I think maybe It’s teenaged heart is bleeding thru
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Valentines from my notes app Circa 2016-2025
Hush now mama Let the storm of now settle at our feet These tears add tinsel to the years Of growing up ————— 35mm color photo of a child that’s grown into his own mountain before my eyes.
The morning may be quiet But she is the sword that does not sleep Laying sharp And sure Not even A threat on the horizon And still she screams “I’m ready The fight is not done No matter the box You use to sheath me I’ll burn in the meadow Ill black out the sun” (( tiny thoughts on justice, liberty and collective longing for what’s to come )) 35mm film print of my glorious burning vessel @jsuskin
You spend your days tolling In a phantom kitchen Knuckles locked In delivering outcomes That Nobody is getting served It’s a kind want A gentle need Of completion An Ingredient to the porcelain plate Your an artist You need the place settings, the bigger stage How else does one transmute The weight of living ? The ache of togetherness? The gift of rage? Your told Again and again No one’s making movies like that anymore It’s a different time We are all in a different space Then the emails come courting Amazon is hiring , postmates needs drivers , RSVP for an early grave But you Darling child Just wanna tell a story , That haunts the other children Into singing songs of remembering A different way ############## Tiny thoughts on lifting so many creative projects with no outcomes in sight. Wanting completion and a space of sharing but the funding is like a pesticide killing out all the original taste. Having so many stories burning in your hands there is no medicine to soothe the blight. And what a beautiful ruin being a creative is today. @barrjessie ❤️❤️
You spend your days tolling In a phantom kitchen Knuckles locked In delivering outcomes That Nobody is getting served It’s a kind want A gentle need Of completion An Ingredient to the porcelain plate Your an artist You need the place settings, the bigger stage How else does one transmute The weight of living ? The ache of togetherness? The gift of rage? Your told Again and again No one’s making movies like that anymore It’s a different time We are all in a different space Then the emails come courting Amazon is hiring , postmates needs drivers , RSVP for an early grave But you Darling child Just wanna tell a story , That haunts the other children Into singing songs of remembering A different way ############## Tiny thoughts on lifting so many creative projects with no outcomes in sight. Wanting completion and a space of sharing but the funding is like a pesticide killing out all the original taste. Having so many stories burning in your hands there is no medicine to soothe the blight. And what a beautiful ruin being a creative is today. @barrjessie ❤️❤️
Full steam ahead Thanks for all the bday love 💙💙💙 I’m curled up in bed sick , caught a stomach bug my son brought home. I have more to say but I’m so sleepy and in love and in gratitude, words just come out in laughs and sighs.
In honor of the sea of endings washing over my everything this year so far….. I’m officially announcing a new beginning… a new bloodstains record dropping this spring … in awe of this new collaboration with @jamiemsjackson in gratitude for having an outlet of transmutation and pure joy to share with you all. #jenamaloneandherbloodstains
