This is a love letter I’m writing to myself.
I can’t remember who said it first, me or my best friend. We were in his apartment, high on weed, watching YouTube videos when this thought emerged: “Let yourself happen.” We laughed about it and moved on. That phrase didn’t really sink in until now, when I find myself at the end of two turbulent… Read more
An original work by Regina Green. Image credit: Meena Hasan. Blood and breath pulse the crescendos, suspending us in time and space. Music that pounds, demanding to be danced. Liver, kidney, heart, skin and bone. Deep, visceral medium to smear out our heaven, stroke by stroke. Liberally, no holding back.
Roughly thirty minutes of your life well-spent.
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