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Gone to Seed
Gone to seed, they said as if dried out was done and dusted unable to birth the next generation or build a foundation for the futures.
Ingrid Oliphant
Jan 24, 20221 min read
Firmament
Firmament...Say it out loud Doesn't it sound when it rolls from the tongue like something solid underneath the feet A place that births...
Ingrid Oliphant
Jan 16, 20221 min read


Strange Beauty
How long have you looked without seeing the strangeness of your own unearthly beauty that bends the inside of joy out to gaze upon...
Ingrid Oliphant
Dec 6, 20211 min read


New Territories
You can’t fold yourself back into the mapped territory you’re familiar with The interior topographies have changed Ridges of division,...
Ingrid Oliphant
Nov 16, 20211 min read
Head in the Clouds?
They said your head was in the clouds. It was actually in the stars. You still are. You just made yourself small, to feel seen and forgot...
Ingrid Oliphant
Mar 15, 20201 min read


The Occupied Woman
Legions live within the boundaries of her skin. Joined not at the hip but breath in breath they are, they walk, they weave. The Old Ones...
Ingrid Oliphant
Mar 28, 20171 min read

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