i moved how the land moved low light over burnt slopes a single trunk split open but still standing

the ocean didn’t ask for me but it didn’t leave the train curved and my breath caught up

my chest found space the seat held my weight the hum matched the rhythm i didn’t know i was waiting for

i followed what stayed what didn’t flinch what made room without asking me to fold

ease came in through the ribs like memory like a name i used to know

not escape not softness just the truth of a body finally unbraced

i met myself in the quiet before the next turn

#jasper #traces #surfaces #drift

the inner sea stirs fascia tightening like a net drawn in

heat crawls the spine a pulse flickering under bone as if old tension has started turning again

our seabed shifts silt rising as if remembering hands that once shook it loose

today draws itself close a seam pulling inward breath catching in the hollow of the ribs

far out a depth changes shape quietly the way pressure does before anyone claims to feel it

salt gathers at the tongue arriving early the whole body  listening for whatever  moves next

#tiohtiàke #holdings #drift

the bass hit and my body answered.

not for them. not for the judges.

for the boy who ran. for the silence that stayed. for the part of me that never left the floor.

i looked up. the room cracked open. they saw it.

i was exactly where i needed to be.

#tiohtiàke #drift #fragments #holdings #queerness #blackness #refusals

held not as artefact but as muscle memory. a grip woven not to preserve— to insist.

this is not a still life. it is breath, folded. it is the echo of a sip carried across generations like a promise not yet emptied.

not display, but devotion. not history, but heat.

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found on a walking sign, half peeled, half legible. housing crisis? deport muslims. unclear if it’s fascism or mockery. as if that distinction ever mattered. the horror isn’t the message — it’s that it blends in. nothing shocks. just one more trace in a city that trades blame for shelter, displacement for safety, violence for policy.

#tiohtiàke #traces #surfaces #refusals #drift

got taller, this building. more glass. more echo. they call it growth. we remembered something else.

july 2018— after slāv, after kanata, after another season of voices stolen, then staged. we gathered here. we named what they wouldn’t. not just as protest. as refusal.

they built around it. more lights, more money, no redress. just steel stacked over silence.

and now that silver figure, blue-faced sentinel watching nothing. a monument to forgetting hollow as every apology we never heard.

but we carry the crack in the concrete. we remember because they designed it so we wouldn’t.

#tiohtiàke #refusals #blackness #fragments #drift

rigs still hanging. the crowd’s gone. just light, angles, and someone wrapping cables in the distance. no urgency. just the slow undoing of what passed through.

#tiohtiàke #drift #traces #surfaces #fragments #blackness #refusals

they painted it red. no signature. no spectacle. just a fact on a wall most people won’t read. someone bikes past. life goes on. or doesn’t.

#tiohtiàke #drift #refusals #blackness #traces #fragments

steel and glass above me. heat on the thighs. watermelon trunks, black towers, a view that costs too much. but i’m here anyway. resting in the contradiction.

#tiohtiàke #drift #surfaces #blackness #fragments #holdings #refusals

intermission. outside the ball. boots up. talk moving. nothing profound. just enough to reset before stepping back in.

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