Saturday, 9 March 2013


Skript 080313: While sitting at Lakeside Arts Centre, fragment 3 (UK)

…a feel a heaviness in my chest, a tightness in my back…i rotate my head feeling the top of my spine, into the base of my skull
sounds penetrate my skull, deep into the tissues of my fiber…fairytales, outside once upon a time, there was a forest, and in the forest there lived an ogre, a giant and a young boy. there was no king or kingdom only a forest. no queen or queendom only forest. i write from the forest…i write from the tale…my tail on the chair, i write the story of my pelvis, held by the chair, flesh melting into the hard surface of the chair.

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