poetry from ‘spirit world with geoa’ — the new yeah yeah yeahs album, aching and beautiful, curves of grey and sparkles, the joy of hope and community and family and memories amouranth opening up about abuse, sharp words capturing and holding, forced into sex work because why not? strength and words and streaming, overwatch 2 and valorant…

poetry from ‘spirit world with geoa’ it’s smoky outside, the trees blurry in sunset warmth, oranges bleeding together in amongst the cedar green, fall, falling, breath, short i sat this week, i played valorant, i shot people with grenades, i failed at team-based communication in a japanese server, google translate…

Faerie tales with “spirit world with geoa” — Once upon a time the fey in my ramshackle house got scared there was a fire down the street from us and they were all scattered-worried are we safe??? I held them and they calmed, soft touches without tangible skin they’d settle down only to get riled up again, I…

and musings from “spirit world with geoa” — soft little crows feet, walking across cold cobble steps death creeping and fighting, waddling with blades of light and arrows that fade, into wizards and demons and lost souls that just want to go home collecting and filling your cup with bright-sharp light death’s door playing on your laptop, whirring and clunky, cold winter day and rain drumming across glass windows

studio A24 poetry, from “spirit world with geoa” — I’m on a Studio A24 kick, with Everything Everywhere All at Once filling me with the most vibrant colour and bilinguality, words to reach and words to hurt, blending and aching, “trying to connect in amongst all this noise,” the co-director explains, family and regret and empty void, the black…

frisbee poetry, something you never you knew you needed, from “spirit world with geoa” — I played genderless-ish ultimate last month, mud and rain and hopeful words, tears and soft reliefjoy after a cross-planet move and low-key pandemic it felt like home, like relief, like empowering and chill, like building this dynamic, beautiful ecoystem that might stand the test of time and change with us…

Sex and darkness, from “spirit world with geoa” — Complicated, she says, smiling, thinking of the lines on her skin and the light she feels in her brain, a network all sharp and raining and fey and night, starlight and daylight filling her eyes and wandering, stepping softly and suredly, watching your eyes as I approach It’s complicated how…

Grief poetry, from “spirit world with geoa” — Home. That word’s resonated in her head for a long time now, since before she was born. This word, this place, this space, this fluidity of nothing and everything, of warmth in your skin and beneath your eyeballs and underneath your ribcage, right where the blood forgets to go. Right…

I wish to speak, of your neck, sweat dripping down your skin rolling onto mine as you smile of the light across your back, lighting up our room of our hearts, racing your colours shimmering, changing of my eyes, flashing into you piercing and holding. I wish to speak to you, but words are gone and all I hear is music, the faint lilt of fey and fiddles and moors of dirt and joy and sky of teeth and darkness, held in rapture, together.