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thee rose

thee rose

DIRECTING EDITING POETRY PERFORMANCE ART STARVELING MOON

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a meditation on a mystic woman HAUNTED BY PRONOUNS, PERSONALITY, AND PROJECTION. Through poetry, presence, and subtle exposition, the film forgoes conventional narrative structure in favor of circling around its thesis: What can you know about a person? They shift in the light.

FRAGILE

EYED

FRENCHIE

COLLECTION OF POETRY AND PHOTOS EXPLORING THE INTERIORITY OF INNER CHILD HEALING

RAPTURE

a meditation oN THE HAUNTING INTIMACY OF STAYING ALIVE

PERFORMANCE ART for GENERATIVE/UNPRODUCTIVE

@ performance space new york

POETRY SAMPLES

Hell is a Home

abandonment in this room.

abandonment across the hall.

abandonment, my loyal friend.

i’m so drunk on you,

i almost forgot i’m afraid to die here.

my daughter used to live here

before i set fire to the floor of her room.

i must have forgot

the vastness of the hall

and how far she would venture

to find you in the light.

you have always been

what i couldn’t say.

i felt you foreboding my lungs

with the ashes of the room.

i felt you accosting my mind

with visions of lost love in the hall.

my heart has moved on,

but the house has not forgot.

all of the faces i had forgot

collide to form my only friend.

the faces forgive me

for letting my daughter roam the hall.

the faces swear

they’ll never leave here

for as long as i submit to their will.

her room is now their room

and i make their bed

for as long as there is no trace of you,

but i need you

more than i need the life i forgot.

i miss you when i remember

what happened in the room.

the neighbor caught me grieving

and tried to come over like a friend,

but there’s no space here

with all the abandonment

i moved into the hall.

no one knows

i still dwell in dreams

of you in the hall

and you

in the hanging mirror

too high up for her yet to see

the morose reflection of you.

please don’t go.

please keep lost who i forgot.

in my body there are 69 homes.

you only have to live in one.

i knew you were a true friend

when you helped me take apart

what was left

of the crib

in the room.

FIND HER

I FIND MYSELF ON BUNK BEDS.

I FIND MYSELF ON BEACHES.

I FIND MYSELF LOST IN THE BLUE OF THE NIGHT.

FIND ME IN MY CHILDHOOD BEDROOM,

HIDING FROM THE DEVIL UNTIL THE RED SEA WASHES OVER ME.

FIND ME HANGING FROM THE BALCONY WITH ONE ARM

beCAUSE I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS HOME.

FIND ME IN THE BASEMENT WHERE HE SAID HE LOVED ME MORE THAN GOD EVER COULD.

FIND THE GOD WHO LEFT US ALONE IN THE DARK.

I AM FOUND IN THE BLOOD OF O’SHAE SIBLEY BECAUSE I LOVE TO DANCE WITH MY SISTERS.

i AM FOUND ON THE GROUND WITH JAIA CRUZ BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO.

i AM FOUND IN THE ARMS OF COMMUNISTS, CONVINCTS, AND WOMEN OF THEIR OWN CONVICTION.

I AM FOUND WITHOUT AN ANCHOR, WITHOUT A MOTHER, JUST PASSING FEELINGS AND AFRO BEATS,

BUT THE BEAT WON’T KEEP US ALIVE

BECAUSE THE BLUE FADES TO BLACK

AND THE HILLS HAVE EYES

AND I’VE SEEN WHAT THEY DO IN THE DARK TO GIRLS WITH A FACE LIKE MINE.

Honeylove

on the subway to nowhere,

where my mother resides.

years pass without peace of mind and here i stand, or sit and scroll tumblr,

waiting for 2013 to leave.

honeylove, i can’t come home.

i am sullen, sunlust, pitch blue lake.

on the subway to nowhere, where my mother resides.