los sonidos de las sombras

beaudelaine pierre, writing excerpt

i met her 2 years ago, and just recalled her piece that moved me so much. i wish i could read the entire work, but the complete work is in haitian-creole.

there were three birds who kept passing a seed around from mouth to mouth
the seed filled their beaks so it was like they had to pop it back and forth

they were abandoned

sky vibes
absorption

big bird is growin up

staying calm
feels like
floating

the listening project

i bought a typewriter to write it out :) im hoping to have a rough manuscript put together by the end of summer




[novel in progress]
the story of sound, someone who feels the frequencies of everything. colors sing, water whispers, thoughts whine.

morning

dreams still wet with dew

fragile paradises

a butterfly just dove around me
like a plane between skyscrapers

static energy transmission//absorb

fingers full of music
eyes full of love

sittin on the roof

photography
is just being there
and lettin things
speak to you

this is how HUMAN feels like

words

these

tangling auras