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I think people come to this newsletter to get something they can’t get elsewhere. I try to be both honest and poetic, relatable and obscure as well as get at something through the opacity of it all. I approach writing as an archive whereby my lived experience and storytelling dance like old friends demanding its readers tug at the nostalgia of their own landscapes.
Coming to the computer to type asteroids in both my hands and knees having been thrusted around by the farm this past week. As I periodically study the gash on my left hand, another long thin slice comes into focus whittling just how fragile I am—punctured and pierced. The repair is a continuous closing contraction. About one sixteenth of an inch deep, the outermost linings have been dug up entirely changing the course of my palm reading as if my flesh had been tilled by rock.
My knees acquired rug burn from fucking love through me—the blankets that keep us warm at night etching their threads closer to my fascia. Days onward I wear the sting of these scars and their rough dried blood like goldenrod—everything exchanged living beyond its time space appearance. Every shower I soak in the memory even though its blistering tenderizes me alert. As a *top* I painted circlusion drawing up and sucking out.
To take care of myself and my family I move my body around on the floor after waking up. Today bending over to touch my toes I notice the scab from tripping over layered stone in the forest on the left knee and another on the right knee from vigorously humping. The wound on the right is bigger than the one on the left. I chuckle and exhale at the same time. Briefly mistaken for a tick, some kind of fur beaded itself into the other patella. The mystery of being outside means my skin is more intimately entangled with the environment—interiors and exteriors smashing the illusion of separation.
Chani has reiterated for weeks now that it is an ongoing publishing hour in my career—whatever that means. I quietly put out a one hour and eighteen minute score on Bandcamp via people | places | records yesterday. Living through an era where it feels absolutely heinous to be promoting my own work I find solace in doing so at a gentle whisper. I will be playing with a full band on May 13 at Sisters in Brooklyn, NY some time after 8pm.