your milk your moan

your milk
your moan



Anonymous asked you:  What is your earliest memory? 



Hmm hmm I remember being very small, and standing at the top of the stairs.  There was a small square of space there and I found it very pleasing to be there, to peer all the way down to the bottom.  My older brother came lumbering toward me, trying to give me a hug, but he was awful clumsy and he bumped me down the stairs.  It was a dreadful distance.  I always cried nearly silently as a child, and I remember trying to be very quiet as I push-pressed my body into or maybe under the bottom step.  It was a terrible template for receiving love.



Anonymous asked you:  i can’t imagine you in the world doing normal things like going shopping and getting on a bus. do you do those things?









Oh I do those things very badly.  I get lost a great deal, and even in places that are familiar to me.  I worry that it makes me largely incapable and not to be trusted with keeping the children away from the cliff and getting us all home safely.

  wesleepintrees asked you:  Hello, I stumbled across your Tumblr and ended up buying one of your prints. I think your work is fascinating, very unusual but lovely style. I hope I can help support you and your endeavors :) Have a great day! -Charlie







It is a great good help and it makes me happy and keeps my head and my hands.  Thank you for it.

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big slow blinkbird

big slow blinkbird

Sunday things.

I keep dreaming about my heavy wooden head. About taptapping and digdigging little holes in the wood.  I don’t know why.  Perhaps to let the water in, perhaps to let the water out.  I wake up with the water, with great wet eyes and a weight I cannot always call up from the pillow.  
We need more rain.  I don’t think I would need to keep all this water if it rained some.

I keep dreaming about my heavy wooden head. About taptapping and digdigging little holes in the wood.  I don’t know why.  Perhaps to let the water in, perhaps to let the water out.  I wake up with the water, with great wet eyes and a weight I cannot always call up from the pillow.  

We need more rain.  I don’t think I would need to keep all this water if it rained some.

watchbird

watchbird

sleep sleep

sleep sleep

they bruised your lung and I dipped you in the bath and hid you in the bed.

they bruised your lung and I dipped you in the bath and hid you in the bed.

a bird for a distant braveling.

a bird for a distant braveling.

this is the bird of the clay of you.  your claybird. 
you worry when it stays and struggles.  and it worries when you go out into the world and struggle.

this is the bird of the clay of you.  your claybird. 

you worry when it stays and struggles.  and it worries when you go out into the world and struggle.