June 2010
What is your lifelong belonging, embodying place? Is it living in dislocation across space and time in multiple folds? Can you offer this as disappearance?
March 13, 2024
Yes June of 2010, 14 years later I’ve decided a concrete poem is the answer. A triple dislocation, that is in a state of repossession folded with climate and wings.
Birds migrate to new locations, shed feathers in foreign places.
Just as the snow covered Pinon Pines shed heavy snow piles under the sun's warmth, women shed half the burden to find her center of authority, calling on her partners to shore up the difference washing up as equals.
Climate sheds heat as Hurricanes.
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