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Ica commented on the post, walls 1 year, 4 months ago
walls are fourth and none. there are walls in houses and minds that i hate and love. i appreciate insulation, but loathe boundaries and disgust and repressed memories. there are things in walls that i want to know […]
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Ica wrote about the word lillies 1 year, 5 months ago
lillies are beautiful flowers. as far as i know there are many kinds of lillies, but in plural i am always reminded of the flowers. if, however, in singular form. the word “lily” only reminds me of video games and harvest moon since this is what i will always name my cow the very first [...]
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Ica wrote about the word oil 1 year, 5 months ago
oil drips and seeps and slicks along things. its enemy seems to be water, in large scale and in small. on the bread table, it seeks to please the taste buds with vinegar emulsifying (if i remember that word correctly, anyhow). there are so many oils from seeds and plants, there are oils from our [...]
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Ica wrote about the word trunk 1 year, 5 months ago
all i can think of right now with this word is the phrase “junk in trunk” which is both demeaning, hilarious, and perfect I guess to describe the reproductive and ridiculous organs that comprise the trunk of a girl. i’m glad i’m not a dude, always observing the moving trunks about the world. i think [...]
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Ica wrote about the word hurry 1 year, 5 months ago
if i was in such a hurry that i couldn’t write this- i wouldn’t write this. but here i am in no hurry on a bed in pajamas and in a home that i knew as a child. one of the few places i probably feel the least hurry in life. east coast is all [...]
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Ica wrote about the word thunder 1 year, 6 months ago
loud and clapping or roaring. i can’t tell whether its a lion or lots of applause sometimes, its all distance and how afraid i am of the night. some nights its welcome, some nights a “dark and stormy night” is something i dread because i’m alone. sharing thunder is the best thing because everyone can [...]
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Ica wrote about the word temple 1 year, 6 months ago
there is a place and a body that is a sanctuary. there is peace and harmony there. but i suppose there are bad temples, forgotten temples, lonely temples. of course, i mustn’t forget the temple on my forehead, because it houses and begs worship of perhaps the most important temple of all, my brain and [...]
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