Friends,
Thank you for the ones that came out to the stream tonight. I usually post the words before the stream but I spent a lot of time trouble shooting the audio coming out from obs to twitch this session.
The stream like the Tuesday Post of the old (dbrp.blogspot.com) are open studio creative sessions. Most of the words posted in the past have been free flowed that day. The stream has a similar temperature. Open honest and lots of times surprising and new to me.
Today’s Tuesdays have a theme. Maybe it’s not so apparent… I am not sure it is necessary for this work.
The theme is based on reflections I am having, on the chronicles of a seagulf. Reflecting on memory of lands forgot because it does not exist…but longed for deep in the being.
These are my thoughts.
-josie j
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Travels slowed and expressions grew, limiting the hast.
I trace my place as the memory it gives.
A box filled with all I need a remembrance of grace.
Built with a shrill, a grey slender youth.
To remember the mobility of fresh.
They get upset when they eat the waste
that defiles them.
Policing our messes on the thickness of smog.
Freedom in the picking at our trash.
This is so often seen in piles, our sour flight becomes less
Screen Shot by Suzy Hernandez