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- Declarations_Of linguistic cartographiesThe body keeps its own history. Not in straight lines, but in fragments, in whispers, in the language between breaths.
- Declarations_Of the bodyThe body opens like a house with too many doors. Each morning I count the ways light enters—through eyelids, through pores, through the spaces between fingers when I hold my hand…
- Notes on InhabitingThe body refuses to be metaphor. Even as I write this, a tooth aches in protest, marking territory. Even as I try to make sense of living inside skin, my left knee catalogs its…
- Before the World Caves InExegesis: then, we forgave God for creating the universe. It was “inevitability” in its purest form.
- Liminal Spacesfirst, measuring space in terms of width, with word-processing software: here, summon a block of text that will move one way or another. we often ask where is poetry but it is…
- I. On the insatiability of desireThe Other is always the amorphous form of my desire. It takes the density of a solid sphere and the fragility of a bubble. It is my anchor that floats above me, eclipsing the…
- II. On the narcissistic quest of filling the voidThe Other is my own reflection that creates me. I hold this gaze to my othered self: Nietzsche's abyss and Narcissus' obsession. Any attempt to reach out to my reflection creates…
- III. On the anxiety of desire’s fulfillmentThe Other is in the act of desiring. I want too much and this desire chases me like a full moon. "A little bit of everything all of the time." I want it all. Enable my greed for…
- We Were Mute in the Mouth of the Moon1. Bring me closer to the things I’m afraid to touch. 2. When gods take the form of floating bodies in space, faith becomes the orbit. 3. —where the body becomes more than a…
- Jacob's Ladder: Find me when I am untenable. Enclose these hands, this heart, these hours with the harboring horrors of human touch.