“earth’s flower is pollinating” digital pre-order up now!
Hello friends!
Digital pre-order up on band camp for my forthcoming limited 7” lathe via DIVSERIES.!
The release is two tracks featuring a continuous poem + noise / field recordings over 6 minutes.
Here’s the track titles and poems:
Mas que un nopal…
i breathe in brisk air of Playas de Tijuana,
gawk at San Diego // Delineation -
a rusted fence, slats wide
waves, empty
i dream of a border
that doesn’t really exist
He was buried there
Among the rocks
Now a proper boardwalk
The palmeras still line the street
Gloria writes something about wounds
i feel a prick in the palm of my hand
My mother said she was chased
Some men witnessing the ceremony
i picture feet splashing
and laughter, throughout
i dream in the middle of that ocean
pink crease dilating above me
a border between us
knowing mexico well enough
to claim as my own
but what of los ancestros?
“we try to build an order
only in some chosen borders”
to feel displaced
to feel the burden of several
to displace
and place, again
i dream of that blue carpet backdrop
his last gasp leaving scarred lungs
what constitutes a border, anyways?
and who decides
ni de aqui
ni de alla
Rosa writes “a wound as wonder”
i pick nopales out of a burrito
my tias refused to speak
colonizers tongue
my own discomfort
a language replaced with another
i dream of futbol
jicama con limon y sal
the smell of
chiles a la parilla
filling every space
left empty
Wendy writes “not white & what that means & how what
that means changes & doesn’t & to who
a border for race
the in-between
tamarindo seeds
squealing guaraches
i dream of car rides at twilight
Enrique Guzman’s voice
a father with no gravesite
the absence of place
ashes // kinetic
sin frontera
…luego un rosa del desierto
Dolores esrcibe “no soy // una buena persona // solo soy mi pais
“Recuerdos” comes on the jukebox, white faces disappear
what’s it like
to arrive
at a place
that doesn’t want you?
i dream of abuelo’s tough exterior
machiste, a word i don’t know yet
Persiguiendo poemas,
embrujadas
a fronteras y
desiertas.
neil sings “earth’s flower is pollinating”
i stop to photograph a camelia, spoiling
Landscape(s) pass
and you
watch and you
listen
i dream of desert landscapes, kinetic
i find sand in the crooks of my teeth
the distance of
body and these poems
dream of the old house
we’re never face-to-face
farid writes “citizens as threats that could catch / and burn a light
we wake hung over, sun radiant
to feel a kinship
without borders
that sepia tone
embracing
i dream a forest of jacarandas
wake up / palms sticky
those remnants
a soft hum,
house settling, a
temporary calm
Angel writes something about dragonflies
tears fill my nostalgic eyes
we cluster tight
that vacant space
swallowed whole
pitch - black
i dream of tamarindo seeds
the tart paste in my veins
The way a body pushes
and pulls in sync
nature dictates
the rest
Lara writes what the waves carried forth was us
i wade into the water, disappearing
xo
