Dream Diary III

There’s an ancient sort of darkness that can be witnessed when you wake up when you aren’t supposed to. Within its benevolence resides a cooing wind that brushes against your wings. Within that, a sunset horizon stuck between wake and slumber where the body and mind are separate entities. They murmur to each other like broken & old friends from childhood that contemplates sex. Execution, though, is an entirely different continent. Instead, there exists the sensation of a cold blade that yields you. So when you open your eyes, it feels like they’re still closed and slowly seeps in an unpleasant awareness that you’ll never be as happy as you are in your memory.

Giving Up The Ghost

From my series, Whispers To My Shadows.

You ever wish

That you could just rewind?

Go back in time,

And just turn out fine?

Well, I do,

I know that the chances are slim,

That we may not live it again,

But at least, we can imagine.

But when we aren't imagining,

We can't let it flash past again.

We’ve got to use our noses,

And smell the roses,

Take time to live it up.

And win it up,

And while you're at it, hell!

Even sin it up!

So here I am

Wishing and dreaming,

I could live it again.

As I lay here in my bed,

With the same old story in my head.

What could have been?

What would have been?

Or even what should have been?

A ghost,

A shadow,

A memory.

Not quite there,

Not quite clear,

Not quite worth the time.

So for my sake and yours

I think I’ll be finally giving up the ghost,

Because my body was nothing but another host,

I don’t wanna forget the past,

But I’d like to leave it behind.

Origami Folds

Origami Folds is an ongoing series that aim at exploring the curves and folds of the human body (self and others) and use it as a medium and metaphor for hopeless frailty and hardened impenetrability, from which emerges the themes of identity, dysphoria, the commodification of the body, and denial and loss of autonomy as conditions of globalized society and cultures. Within this stifling framework, the skin has separated from the body, both physically in the act of medical dissection and alterations in an effort to meet popular standards of beauty, and metaphorically in the separation between skin and psyche. The skin here also represents time and wraps us up like cellophane wraps hard candy. ​ Excerpts from the series have been published in Skin, a zine by Forbidden Verses and Brown Bodies, a zine by The Rights Collective in 2021.

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