from "Priest/ess 20"

woke to the shadows of Guadalupe’s pears in pairs—

consciousness of union

made by the flicker of morning candles

I have spent so long courting and cording cadence I now feel

my voice is an internal organ

 

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j/j hastain

j/j hastain is a collaborator, writer and maker of things. j/j performs ceremonial gore. Chasing and courting the animate and potentially enlivening decay that exists between seer and singer, j/j hopes to make the god/dess of stone moan and nod deeply through the waxing and waning seasons of the moon.

 

Edited for Unlikely by dan raphael, Prose Editor
Last revised on Monday, July 2, 2018 - 12:01