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Watching the light change
Against the windowsill

I am between breaths
Darkness waiting to fill

If it comes, let it be gentle
If I go with it, let me go
If I stay, let me awake

Tears fall on the windowsill

I’d like to invite you all to the showing of my most recent work, Where I Became the Sun

📆Feb 6 from 5-8pm at in Lockhart, TX.

Walking intoTerlingua as a hollow confused woman, and leaving understanding I had to let go of everything.

Because apparently the price of becoming is losing what you were, whether you choose that path or not.

Somewhere in that loss I found God, in the heat, the quiet, the light, the nothing.

Or maybe God found me.

Grateful for the artists who held that desert with me

🌵I hope to see you all there 🥰

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“Aftermath”

There is only light

Light on skin
Caught in the hollow of morning

In a place I cannot name
A window that keeps opening

I lay inside it
I rest there

Falling without falling
Losing without losing

Laughter stirs as darkness flows
It goes on without me

This is the aftermath

More words from my journal ✨

“Areole”

My body heavy with weather
Morning arrived anyway

Quiet as dirt becoming garden
I woke still wanting

Motion without ruins
Whispers without borders

I pray for you
I pray for you

It burned itself out.
Faded into motion.

Remember the sound.
A heat I almost remember.

Somewhere in the desert.
A horse keeps running.

I have no where to go.
I fall into loneliness.

“Lost cowboy”

12:49
I drank myself blind

I stare at the door
How words used to come

I wonder
Can I turn myself under?

The door stays closed
1:14

More words from my journal.

“Borrowed”

The tide keeps rising,
through empty rooms.

Searching with borrowed hands.
Eyes that don’t stay.

Tracing my edges.

In the quiet.
In the space after tears.

I hear something.

“Black Rose”

I opened.
A rose caught fire in my own hands.

Smoke is filling the room,
till I could not see.

Feeling like the moth to the flame,
I opened.

“Desert Shadow”

Something followed me,
out from the sky

Sometimes I see her.
I try to remember.

I can’t remember.
The wind has shifted

Now, the smoke is rising.
Why didn’t you see me?

A shadow pulls.
Why didn’t you stop me?