JODI VANDER MOLEN | Where my words reside
Eight years later now Three kids’ galas: music, snacks All done with the cold ♦
My girl, dressed, tiger Pull a lion, tarot card Me, domestic cat ♦
Café, eyewitness Male gaze, snowflake on your tongue Up and down she goes ♦
Chipped red fingernails Splintered ship, rocky shallows 2018 ♦
Capitulation My greatest narrative fear Heart, fire, release ♦
Word-block, INXS Human condition, REDACT Huh, huh so alive ♦
Snow, just a dusting No art, no depth of song, she Overcalculates ♦
Sweat and Etta James Punching bag limitations I’d rather go blind ♦
Nose vaguely running Another dismal headline Winter’s vast unrest ♦
Ardent, unsurpassed Spaghetti-sucking love myth Lady and the Tramp ♦
