carefully down
from rock to rock grab onto boulders hands grip sharpness a long look out the vast Pacific Morro Bay all about tourists we'd fit right in but we're the homeless kind of travelers my partner behind me his white Chevy one-ton all he touches belongs to him like me but right now I belong to the sea the rocks and otters could drift to ocean but I'm hungry don't smell good everything's sticky, ragged Shhh Shh sh the bay opens purring at me I step further down to clean dark blue find somewhere to soak and wrap up in kelp, sand sun dips past horizon tangerine sherbet weather mild fog hugs surf but I'm hungry
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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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