Storytelling & Photography
-
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…
-
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…
-
Goa (Into the Bardo)
xxxviii an ashram, i sink into, not knowingthe outcome. blackbird says, “be here now”and i listen. i don’t know what to do. so i do what i do best, i flee. i escape into Goan waters, it goes to my mid thighs, each wave, a resurgence, a remembering. i’m stripped down,to an olive green bikiniwith my blonde hairdripping wet with sea salt and grief. …
-
Gokarna (Into the Bardo)
xlii amidst the dance, that flows around me, i feel a friction, a heavy resistance. i am in Gokarna. admist deities of great divine. pujas and worship, expression outwards,redirection inwards. yet..i feel so small. i wish to be elsewhere. i don’t know where. the friction grows. like the clicking of blackbird’s talons on glassmy mind is spinning faster than the beating of festival drums.“what…
-
Hampi pt 2: Festival Season (Into the Bardo)
xlv i am cocoonedin eternal hibernation,far gone. deeplysinkingfalling in the slumbers,into the Bardo. absorptioninto nothingness. neither hereneither there. ultimate absorption. i hear under desert ambience,3 piercing cries, a vulture’s alarm: “WAKE UP!!!!” i hear, but keep my eyes shut.i don’t need to open them,i know it is him calling- black bird. “madam…it’s time you wake up.it’s festival season.” i…
Got any book recommendations?
daveyhproductions 