Author Archives: shanda studd

listening to your hands

softness sinking face on floor pressure no pressure listening to your hands how softly they touch and follow i follow follow my breath your hands anchor me in space somehow flying floating on this breath now stops never to come … Continue reading

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sing this place in between now

oh words, words, words. soft rain, when fall beckons winter,  is cold .dangerous. wiping away all traces of blue, bringing it down, down to earth. from here we decay. from here we are born. sing this place in between now .sing.

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how my heart

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. how my heart crept in bed with me this morning in the black in the cool in the quiet first, as always, the smell rising from the heat blood, down and flesh then, touch,…

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quiet lake

(words found in an old agenda) love soft and gently rocking like the membrane of a quiet lake mixed by unknown scales twisting mass of muscles and fins darting desires pulsating guts churning will moves caresses carries sustains transference of … Continue reading

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overhead, the sky is grey

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flick of a finger

i grasp his struggling body heart racing sinews twitching writhing and pushing to get away a mirror image of his prey the desperation to kill equalling the desperation to survive i toss him in the house and turn my attention … Continue reading

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symbiomorphic journey

primary sexual metamorphic impulse blazing through the body melting ligaments and tissues liquifying bones annihilating bodily structures toward one pulsating mass a throbbing vibration of expansion and contraction an amoeba once called the self no logic no structure no grid … Continue reading

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broken things

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leaves wind train

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re/collect

1. i forget you every day. over and over and over again. 2. in that time forgotten i am present reckless i snap pictures, shove them in my pockets default names smeared across my screen. in.stance. 5. deleted memories do … Continue reading

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