shadow in the glass
moon howling, the expanse quiet proud mountain peaks reach snow tops to grey sky, drowning I poke them from the boat don't forget sage and don't forget me, please white clouds blinding photo prints I miss your stellar mind and heart Where is California? When are you here? How far is sky? How empty is dirt? the sea ate everything else globe overwhelmed by rocky blue where no earth is visible from sky white expanse, meeting flood us survivors poor fruit, fallen away us discarded collectors roam and savaging scavenging since birth my parents never saw land but their parents who I never met but I heard stories when everything was dry, dry dry then flashes flooding washing over us the us before and now the us now, our bodies changing, Mom says our fingers webbing
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Heidi KraayProcess notes on a work in progress. This page serves to invite you into the way I work, with intermittent posts to show you the hows and whys on the whats I make, as well as prompts and ideas I bring to certain workshops. There will also be some raw, rough content found in notebooks written years ago, previously posted on: Archives
January 2021
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