In the abyss, God desires. Whole fragment of spiritual flesh, Sophia haloing ecstatic into embodied creation. Matter becomes through yearning. Why is there anything rather than nothing? Why is there many rather than none? Because of love, ache. Because of first desire, the inhabiting of the nothing that calls out to everything and in so… Continue reading

hoo- hoo- hoo- ta-weet ta-weet ta-weet tk tk tk Meadowlark. Old willow draped in a green dress. The spirits never left us; the ghosts remain. Through machinery, capital de-sacralizes the land. Devouring rationality, the monstrosity at the heart of exchange, the demon of accumulation specters in from the shallow, the abstraction of the deep. Animal… Continue reading

I believe in you. I believe in me. There is nothing else but us. Touch grass, if you can find it. Grasping apes, upright-walkers hunting through the ice, bacterium bursting into self-consciousness. The split between the before, the now, and the after is the invention of the Human. There is no Human in nature. The… Continue reading

An earthquake struck in ’92. The aether ripped, frost from the overhead slipping into the architecture. Shuddering freckles of cobalt collapse into lithium mines warred over by techtonic cataclypse. Swarm. Sometimes when you are queer the future can occur before the past. Growing up frozen in temporal veins, branching paths lead back to premature adulthood,… Continue reading