Optica Archiva

object and verba punctum collecting, connecting, annotating

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porch grit

i’m angry at you 

and eating watermelon

with bites and fingers 

imagining

anger as a tearing apart 

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trauma poem for therapy (one)

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how nice it is to see you smile and want to knock out your teeth

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hardy symmetry

who am i to think the geranium plain

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through light and sound

not quite dusk through the open window i hear

neighborhood kids playing ghost in the graveyard

blue light reminds me of being sent to bed before

neighborhood kids still playing in between houses

watching shadows on my ceiling 

flicker in between headlights driving down the street

and streetlamp orbs with their moth halos 

when the x-files theme leaked through my door

i’d barricade my head with pillows

muffling light and sound i’d fall asleep

and dream of being abducted from my bed

through blue light on my ceiling

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portal pull

walking down a path two robins run in opposing directions in sync on either side of me opening a gate

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groundwater

i can’t be the only one who thinks of bodies floating to the surface when it thaws

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To be a body is to be tied to a certain world...our body is not primarily in space: it is of it.

Maurice Merleau-Ponty, Phenomenology of Perception 

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affect matters in a world that is always promising and threatening to amount to something

kathleen stewart, worlding refrains

ever ever 

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skin not mine not hers

it’s moments like this that aren’t translatable to anyone else. my run to grab coffee and take a quick walk across campus to break up the day falls away. the familiar campus scenery becomes another. one that feels like it constitutes my dna. my neck is bare exposed to cold wind and the skin feels like rubber that masquerades flesh under my warm pocket fingertips. and i am not touching my neck but the neck of my mother as we dress her body in the living room to be taken from the house. i put on her necklace i bought her and feel skin that isn’t hers. i am told to take the necklace off her because it will just be incinerated with her body. i should keep the necklace. i slip on the necklace that is hers not hers that is mine not mine and feel it against my skin cold from the skin no longer her(s). i am not in my skin now or then. 

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[unsolved mysteries]

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Unsolved Mysteries - Opening Theme (HD Audio)

Be afraid ....I'm so sorry

soundscapes that haunted my childhood dreams

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The X files - Intro - Opening theme - Orginal HQ

Just for fans :)

soundscapes that haunted my childhood dreams

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Tales from the Darkside Intro 80's

Enjoy this cool Retro video from the 80's. Check out http://www.collectibletradingcardco.com for more cool stuff!

soundscapes that haunted my childhood dreams