And yet, sometimes, I tell myself I must search for the truth, but which one.
Category Archives: Essays
Poem: Dying animals
I’m dreaming about death
Poem: Rosewater
The room is on fire.
Poem: Mint green
Mint green tiles
Until we find each other, we are alone – A little symphony of anything
Sometimes it turned me into a woman in the shape of a monster… or have I been a monster in the shape of a woman all along?
Poema: B
Un piso de madera que hace berrinches / En una colina llamada Prenzlauer al noreste de Berlín.
Short story: The hanged man
A man was standing at the top of a building
Poem: Afternoon light
This is when the afternoon ends
/ And the petals savour the last sip of light
Poem: Cadaver Exquisito
A “cadaver exquisito”, using phrases from Hollis Frampton’s “A Stipulation of Terms from Maternal Hopi”.
Maryanne Amacher and my experience with solitude
Maryanne Amacher vital sensibility for experiencing sound beyond musicality made perfect sense with my search in solitude.
Poem: The Old and The New
Trauma is a narcissistic being
Poems: Mother
Three poems for my mother.
Cherry Adam 