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.

Do we have to keep pretending?

Do we have to keep pretending? Aren’t we animated by the divine? Hasn’t the earth created us wholemade us instruments of this game? Made us

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

Stop Moving

In October it will have been 3 years since I left my apartment in Crown Heights and set off on some kind of adventure. So