speaking as if I am bent / theseare the knuckles of late augustbullying what is left of softenedgrains in their nascent, on earth  an Iberian fen is my focus I make too much room for firewhere my ancestors spared life a peninsula saving the sea, the years are borne of draughtand sun / in knots, carryingmyself into the past through my own cheek, squeezed intopalmfuls of warm black fruitto build ...

It is not for you to catch all the fires that find theirflight to Guernica | the cinder settles on the paletteafter being coughed from the lung, this was yourhome, that which was swelling on the pasture ofeach breath you struggled to unearth | how manyhours were lost with the gazania now sharing theafterlife with the woven blanket laced by the bentfingers of your sleeping grandmother who did no...

https://youtu.be/pul1w0F7xMgDirector: Janira HernandezCommunity Prayer: paru francesPerformances: Frances Herrera-Lim, Sean Derek, Tori Cristina, S...