Love with shadows

When I was with you on the flat top of a low mountain. Red earth pooled around the curled dried branches of shrubs who cackled in the wind. We were in love, with–as you said later–our shadow selves. Like the dark side of the approaching clouds. Wet air mixing with the dust anticipating its transformation to mud. It smells like the top of your head.

Sharp grass under our bodies then.

Dreams of a slain lion

I dream of my childhood home. All my friends are there, we are putting on a show. Our only audience is ourselves along with my

It wasn’t like the real thing

Oh darling, I’m here I’m here in I’m here I’m here in 2021. Spending Spending time. On On mushrooms I got I got from, who’s

Mar a Mar

On November 30th, 2018 I set off on an adventure with my 80-year-old dad, our friend Skittles, and our guide Orlando on a hike across