Cherry

G

I am on my way to visit Paul the carpenter, previously Paul the mental health worker, and before that, Paul the volunteer at a Fijian NGO.

Lost

i dreamed she was mine i was touching her hand kissing her like wine we share a certain bond she freed me outside my tortured soul she let me see that i am not a fool

The Crow that said WOW Part 2

Oh hell, not again thought the Crow.

Imperfect Tents

This is mine for nostalgia camp
Cherry

i'm not dreaming

This text is a dance piece to premiere in 2008.

morphic resonance

This is a text about inner fears.

the heavy atoms

the perpetual motion machine the game of chance the problem with the stabilizers the distances we are incapable of perceiving the spaces we can never hope to measure

terra incognita

This is a text about fate.
Cherry

visitation

This was written for a photo-book of concentration camps.

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