the language of hitchhikers
these burrs are known as hitchhikers because they thumb a ride on your socks, pants, sweater, and hair, and get dropped off somewhere far away. as part of my asemic writing experiment, i decided to invent a language for them. this paragraph says tulum or bust.
virginia stickseed, Hackelia virginiana
i feel you
two inches of snow on the ground. october 21. trying to find my inner blossom, among all my dried and dispirited stems and leaves.
late october field thistle
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i hope you are prepared for a new, non-vegetable experiment. i have been fascinated for a long time with asemic writing (markings that resemble alphabets and language but do not create explicit words or meaning). i feel this one is a conversation between occident and orient. i feel they are getting along well here. wishing for more of the same in the real world.
mediterranean wild thyme
black hole sun
my son, who has decided that grunge music is one of the few acceptable musical styles of my unfashionable era, took a look at this photo, and said, “black hole sun.” i said, “cool title.” he said, “not a title, a song by soundgarden.” just because i lived through the grunge era does not mean i am an expert. anyway, i have now listened to “black hole sun,” by soundgarden, having been educated about my own history by my seventeen year old. so it goes.
lily of the valley leaves
just a letter to say i love you all. asemically.