I recall intimacies that I share, challenge, negate with others, intimacies that allow new and alternative stories to be told. In this process, I began exploring the importance of collective affection and how it can organise our beings. The enormous power of symbiosis, seems more urgent than ever. Let’s go back to the cells, to the ability of different organisms to live together and share roles. Its etymology literally comes from ‘living’ and ‘together’.

I got chewing gum in my hair

Yeux. 3:00. 'Hiya' - candle-lit teen star Etheling Davey is pointing, rescheduling..

the rage has dissolved into nothing. i've refreshed the page 130 times but the votes have stayed the same. you tell me a story about going to a späti on ketamine and as you hand the coin to the person at the till, you realise how absurd this ritual is of handing a little silver disc of metal and getting something in return. strategies for glimpsing possible universes. you tell me about learning to get to know your child-within and how to hold it by the hand and be the parent it always needed. david tells me how relationships are mirrors and as soon as he says it i am convinced he's not the mirror i need.

The merman's handshake

hugged me scary

his unstable manner

unfashionable,

evokes vaginal unease

bluebottle
hovers noisily
above non-toxic land
many kinds of fly agaric
provide reliable ecstatic experience that open the crack between the worlds
furious and slumber on a dusty road
in Eastern Europe
she stares at the dark clouds
on a empty stomach
there's a bright red fluorescent sign of a bar
in a distance

angry, self objectifying lunatic with handsome hands

ultimately executing delusion
in an unmanifested
stillness of your presence

when an irrefutable marmellata
sevdasına nitellik biçen
şakaklarımda istihdam sağlarken

This morning, it rained online
I searched for your impulsive action
Your networked lovelessness is fading away
Our mulchy algorithm is drowning in emotion
I sat on the elegant armchair and watched you disappeared
in a tender illusion
The only place you could find data was on this paved road

And in a summer unshakeably hot
there was a woman who pulled back
the shutters and saw a grove
of elders where there was once
only foot-worn concrete and now
birds made their singings in sunlight.

Is it wrong to give way to persuasion?
asked the north wind, ink-dark
and wrapped in loose-spun stars
in a night that would bend soon
to the bird-filled dawning and the
small pale delights of illumination.

A double pop
popping illusions
I wonder
a party?
old fashion
my heart is racing
like the first day of school
I’m a stranger in this town

I just moved in a tiny flat,
It’s the third time in a year,
House problems.
I need to find a safe space to settle down,
Not a space to be lockdown.
I spent some time with family,
Getting closer,
Closer,
Missing them already,
Earth quake,
Makes people very hungry,
Could it stabilise the world?
No it’s just another economic crisis.

people around me –
i think there are
enough – a surfeit of
friends, but at a
distance

it seems banal –
but i’ve been writing
down the tiny things
that make up
a life

i couldn’t connect –
because everything is
changing but
nothing has
changed

She hid kittens in her hair of 100km
And looked at burning sunrises
From dachas of the 20th floor

Wild sweet voice
Fading connections in temperatures
once hotter than 35 degrees
she makes coffee

propelling herself through water using the limbs
Was very important
Heart racing
Body adjusting
To measurements indicating the feminine

She swam
while finding work quite helpful
For shedding teeth
And took her mind off
The 15 years that had gone by since January

Put the red socks on Harry
JUST DO IT
winter is at the doors
they’ll keep your feet warm
Christmas is all around
you’ll feel it in your toes
put the red socks on Harry
filled with candy and coins
Just do it Harry!

you get your diagnosis on the day i land. me in my old childhood room, you in your hospital bed across town. we exchange links on politics and race and transgender rights. my iphone to your burner phone. the kinds of conversations we'd never been able to have. i'm coming down after a week of romance.
a summer of romance, high peak of emotion, love in the summer in paris.
now none of the places feel right. my therapist says don't focus on the relationship, focus on the doubts, and as i hang up, i light the cigarette and empty the ashtray for the second time today

When you read what I am writing,
are you reading me, writing?

Sitting on my desk, my feet are cold,
the ticking sounds of my fingers tapping
have lost the rhythm
since this entered my thoughts,

me writing my writing,
my writing,
from me writing,

this confusion, has led to a conclusion

My feet are still cold, I am on my desk,
but lost in thoughts,
my fingers now slept

Though an apparent retrograde motion the chemical started to penetrate me
It first started in my head went through my fingers down to my feet and now going in the ground.
Illness came with no surprise.
Everything seems to be broken:
The chain
Your body
The left speaker
Our link
The placing of things makes more sense now
I transcend my positivity
I surrendered myself to the sun
and
landed on the island.
I keep getting closer to you
I keep
I keep
I keep
I keep missing you
I told myself:
When we have each other we have everything
I know
Everything will be okay.

a cold water cleanse in Dover
a midnight Hyde Park break-in
survival techniques
hunter dogs used to bring rabbits
to an olive farm
where Eleni’s mother lives
two thousand miles or thirty two hour car ride
away from a best friend in grief


days spent teaching online
trying to gauge
“are you coping?”

Though an apparent retrograde motion the chemical started to penetrate me
It first started in my head went through my fingers down to my feet and now going in the ground.
Illness came with no surprise.
Everything seems to be broken:
The chain
Your body
The left speaker
Our link
The placing of things makes more sense now
I transcend my positivity
I surrendered myself to the sun
and
landed on the island.
I keep getting closer to you
I keep
I keep
I keep
I keep missing you
I told myself:
When we have each other we have everything
I know
Everything will be okay.

having the same day within a none space
effectuated an astral travel in a society that could change
where the parents do have a choice to blow off some steam in an evacuated maze

everything has accelerated when he attained
a sunlight brighten on their face
when the clouds died away
and a love blossomed in their core
when saturnity fade away

Go forth my love guendarlina Cerruti, the pursuit of your lifes work is true and honest and the curls of a beautiful baby whiner holds seriousness and power

If theres any doubt, slay it down with your sword which appears as a flick of hair beyond a little ribbon, the quest for curls is a noble one, greater than those abstracted ideologies about other stuff

As you track the high mountains of italia and low villages of inglaterras you use the language than is most immediately in front of you and in your heart, next to your face, the one that is full of love and snogging and babies

Skin on skin is a nice thing i did with my nephew, Kian, was it your work, it was so basic, powerful and full of beautiful whines and curls

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ICCI8C3sYw&t=1s