Mourning the Moon - 09.25.2022
Content - 01.20.2020
Wryly - 06.30.2020

composer. performer. improviser.
Ph.D. Student in Composition, UChicago

Record Producer, Engineer, Pianist, Hater, Chronically Chill

moss pillow turned flesh
and I hang at the navel of ur breath
ur touch bore cladonia
a trail of lichens down my spine
as u breathe me
my hand inside
ur skin , penumbral, opens to me
and a lining of nacre exposes ur jewel core

Life is a mysterious journey, no need to make sense of it. Feel deeply, give everything, and surrender. - ORAVIᗺE

Followers of Pearse