oh my love    Her body is  tells the story of how a landscape can offer a reflective mirror for processing personal and collective histories of negation and reassertion. This is Part Two in the   Memory Palace   cycle.  The full body of work is available in book form  here .   
       
     
 At first
       
     
  folded, in
       
     
  and you
       
     
  (I've found a love like no other)
       
     
 There was an expanding  an outward   the reach
       
     
  only make me feel smaller
       
     
  I'm sleepless    (won't you give me a way out or a place to lay it down?)
       
     
I cant keep up.jpg
       
     
more than you flattened.jpg
       
     
moving into.jpg
       
     
 like a sign I could not see
       
     
  (her body is my memory palace)   
       
     
 take me
       
     
duomo sky.jpg
       
     
take me.jpg
       
     
  (I used to live here once, you know)
       
     
oh I love her LIGHTER.jpg
       
     
 and all of this
       
     
 I did not know I had started running
       
     
 you need to lay it down
       
     
  the worst is yet to come
       
     
  On the walk home, all I could think was how I wished I could free you.
       
     
 the bridge  was pulled back up into the sky
       
     
 taking deep breaths in hidden spaces
       
     
 and now it's something only we know
       
     
  (where Gianni slept)   I loved that magic once but I found my own   
       
     
 It's all that matters
       
     
 and I am
       
     
 a ghost
       
     
  this body is yours,     this body is mine
       
     
 At Last
       
     
  (it's all inside of me now)   
       
     
  for you, I long to feel    (I'll see you when I go to sleep)   When I was 20 years old I first went to Florence. Though she was hard for me to enter into at first, I could sense and see in her all of the nooks and crannies of my mind.  Within Florence all of the dreamings within my soul were somehow laid out in front of me.  And so I pushed forward and finally found myself awake-or asleep-within her dream.  Even when I was not within her, I could feel my skin's edge in her streets.  And there I stayed for another seven years, until I was violently pulled from her.  I think, when I was 20, I did not quite know how to love myself.  And so I loved Florence instead.  I buried parts of myself within her over the years, perhaps knowing that these pieces would rest there until the time came when I needed to see them again.  Last year I finally picked them up, looked them over, and put them back within myself.       And so while I lived inside Florence for so long, she now lives  inside of me.
       
     
  oh my love    Her body is  tells the story of how a landscape can offer a reflective mirror for processing personal and collective histories of negation and reassertion. This is Part Two in the   Memory Palace   cycle.  The full body of work is available in book form  here .   
       
     

oh my love

Her body is tells the story of how a landscape can offer a reflective mirror for processing personal and collective histories of negation and reassertion. This is Part Two in the Memory Palace cycle.

The full body of work is available in book form here.

 

 At first
       
     

At first

  folded, in
       
     

folded, in

  and you
       
     

and you

  (I've found a love like no other)
       
     

(I've found a love like no other)

 There was an expanding  an outward   the reach
       
     

There was an expanding

an outward

the reach

  only make me feel smaller
       
     

only make me feel smaller

  I'm sleepless    (won't you give me a way out or a place to lay it down?)
       
     

I'm sleepless

(won't you give me a way out or a place to lay it down?)

I cant keep up.jpg
       
     
more than you flattened.jpg
       
     
moving into.jpg
       
     
 like a sign I could not see
       
     

like a sign I could not see

  (her body is my memory palace)   
       
     

(her body is my memory palace)
 

 take me
       
     

take me

duomo sky.jpg
       
     
take me.jpg
       
     
  (I used to live here once, you know)
       
     

(I used to live here once, you know)

oh I love her LIGHTER.jpg
       
     
 and all of this
       
     

and all of this

 I did not know I had started running
       
     

I did not know I had started running

 you need to lay it down
       
     

you need to lay it down

  the worst is yet to come
       
     

the worst is yet to come

  On the walk home, all I could think was how I wished I could free you.
       
     

On the walk home, all I could think was how I wished I could free you.

 the bridge  was pulled back up into the sky
       
     

the bridge

was pulled back up into the sky

 taking deep breaths in hidden spaces
       
     

taking deep breaths in hidden spaces

 and now it's something only we know
       
     

and now it's something only we know

  (where Gianni slept)   I loved that magic once but I found my own   
       
     

(where Gianni slept)

I loved that magic once but I found my own

 

 It's all that matters
       
     

It's all that matters

 and I am
       
     

and I am

 a ghost
       
     

a ghost

  this body is yours,     this body is mine
       
     

this body is yours,

this body is mine

 At Last
       
     

At Last

  (it's all inside of me now)   
       
     

(it's all inside of me now)
 

  for you, I long to feel    (I'll see you when I go to sleep)   When I was 20 years old I first went to Florence. Though she was hard for me to enter into at first, I could sense and see in her all of the nooks and crannies of my mind.  Within Florence all of the dreamings within my soul were somehow laid out in front of me.  And so I pushed forward and finally found myself awake-or asleep-within her dream.  Even when I was not within her, I could feel my skin's edge in her streets.  And there I stayed for another seven years, until I was violently pulled from her.  I think, when I was 20, I did not quite know how to love myself.  And so I loved Florence instead.  I buried parts of myself within her over the years, perhaps knowing that these pieces would rest there until the time came when I needed to see them again.  Last year I finally picked them up, looked them over, and put them back within myself.       And so while I lived inside Florence for so long, she now lives  inside of me.
       
     

for you, I long to feel

(I'll see you when I go to sleep)

When I was 20 years old I first went to Florence. Though she was hard for me to enter into at first, I could sense and see in her all of the nooks and crannies of my mind.  Within Florence all of the dreamings within my soul were somehow laid out in front of me.  And so I pushed forward and finally found myself awake-or asleep-within her dream.  Even when I was not within her, I could feel my skin's edge in her streets.  And there I stayed for another seven years, until I was violently pulled from her.

I think, when I was 20, I did not quite know how to love myself.  And so I loved Florence instead.  I buried parts of myself within her over the years, perhaps knowing that these pieces would rest there until the time came when I needed to see them again.  Last year I finally picked them up, looked them over, and put them back within myself.  

 

And so while I lived inside Florence for so long,
she now lives

inside of me.