Earth, bruised by Amy Ward   Mother, I cannot hear you Mother do you speak, in whispers or cries? I am short-sighted by my own survival You drip, I drip I bleed, you ache I write in the shadows Organic, mystic, open to light? The paper birds fly, it makes me cry The net shifts, […]

Latency Repeat. Repeat. Formed. Repeat. lost in rhythm and vibration, the mind releases for new meaning found within Repeat. Repeat. Formed. Repeat. Mother, tongue. My first approximation first of the knowing. Interactive noise, we share agency. ET takes me home although classically high fives and sharp thirds; point into the night see the birds fly […]