(love) letter / love (litter)
epistolary transmissions
my poem is a love letter is a mystical act before god
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I have soaked page after page of rice paper - soaked with water and ink - trying to make and find encrypted messages. I am seeking. I am trying to channel something that makes sense of the sheer weight of mourning. The way the arms of grief wrap around interlocking with those of desire.
All of the seasons have a tinge of cruelty to them. It is the first day of spring. A trembling aspen, its trunk broken, leaning tiredly into the flattened brown grasses, still blooms. I finger the fuzz of their quivering flowers. The sun blasts through its downy fibers. It is a resiliency that makes my hear soar and ache all at once, as do you, dear one.
my poem is a love letter is a mystical act before god
//
I have soaked page after page of rice paper - soaked with water and ink - trying to make and find encrypted messages. I am seeking. I am trying to channel something that makes sense of the sheer weight of mourning. The way the arms of grief wrap around interlocking with those of desire.
All of the seasons have a tinge of cruelty to them. It is the first day of spring. A trembling aspen, its trunk broken, leaning tiredly into the flattened brown grasses, still blooms. I finger the fuzz of their quivering flowers. The sun blasts through its downy fibers. It is a resiliency that makes my hear soar and ache all at once, as do you, dear one.
excerpt from (Love) Letter:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1zI5IONXxJuObD2Go1FIN2mQoIFjy6NLs/view?usp=sharing
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1zI5IONXxJuObD2Go1FIN2mQoIFjy6NLs/view?usp=sharing