Category: Behind the Scenes
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west 4th avenue
i arrive, they ask, i try to deliver.they want me showing up manifestations of golden hour shimmersa summer rooftop party with old friendsbut intuition sends elevator chills, “high alert girl, be on guard girl.”but they act so happy to see me, it’s been years.. i’m finally here. they offer a drink, i decline. they offer a…
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Van-city Arrivals
i arrive. i arrive, i arrive, i arrive, i suppose? i’m not really sure. i’m here, but i’m not really here. i was there, but not really there either. i got caught in a bardo. and i’m fighting, i am fighting with all my focusto be here. i want to be here, now. but i am not here. their eyes when they see…
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Vancouver Departure, pt 2 (Into the Bardo)
blackened sky,crimson coat,widened eyes.vancity, love. i’m left standing on granville street,Vancouver. traffic blocked. waiting. gulping down,potentials,that you willarrive soon. sipping humid air,chilling tension,two bags packed.no return. i am left exposed, tender, raw.my brothers ashi brought to sea here, now i’m awarewhat’s to come.unknowinghow to feel. i breathe calm. you are here. you get out of the car, opening the…
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November Ghosts
November came, Took my by the hand, And lead me downTo the graveyard. “you will meet love, but first you must meet loss.we are going to sit here, until the ghosts that haunt you, melt down into the snow.” I felt the tear, Roll down my cheek, And in the stillnessOf the seasons first snowfall, I understood the ache of longing. there is…
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Earth
I should have known everything was about to changeThe way the sky painted itself with other worldly hues, a premonition.I went home to get my camera, I had a feeling.. I found myself laying on my bedroom floor, stretched out, On my tummy, my arms folded under my headIntuitively aware of all surroundings, pausing. This was not…
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