The Writing Disorder




New Poetry


by Purdey Kreiden

My neigbours' throats are very red at night, it's something I like to look at
From the street we would see them glitter like vipers;

Our prey is there behind the window, a gold leaf on the edge of the roof
Believe me there is nothing really worth dying for behind those veils
Someone went missing after dinner
My brothers made a pile of birds on the table;
We painted our fingertips with lipstick before going to bed
And dreamt we were licking a ball of blue light
Take that with you and go chase the sun he said
And poured mud in our ears;

Now we take the indian knife and slice the guinea pig until it shines like a rainbow
Or something like that

Our father is a raven, he has raven's memories
Under our nails the guinea pig's breath;
We would dance on the roof with red pearls in our mouths
Our veins were wrapped around versicolored ribbons
And ran on the walls like water spiders
Then again mother was baking a honeypie, singing

I want to sit here and watch the pile of birds
The pile of birds

(We did not hang ourselves to the beams of the sun)

It was a tuesday morning
Shirley sat at the end of the table where our father used to sit,
I don't believe in the solar system anymore
(He danced upon my face, he wasn't salomon at all)
It was at that moment one of us came to sit on top of the bird pile on the table;
I ran to the lake with my knees uselessly wet
People with torn eyes mostly walk around at night
Shirley spat rain under my skirt;

We could make a real ceremony, with empty glasses and golden knives
Shirley laughed and said he drank the lemonade blood
Our father hid himself behind the violet bushes;
Dancing on the roof with mud on our faces
We were scared of opening our palms
Scared of discovering what we were hiding in our hands

Then I let the guinea pig devour my face.


Licking blue flies wings on the road to Pomona
I remember the smiling indians surrounding us as we fell asleep
We will drink the milk that overflows your bones, the promice of a nascent bulb,
An eclipse of the moon can be seen by anyone;

We keep on collecting ashes on the way home, our bicyles are wet and we are in September
Hell said Helen is a word I often mispell;

Red silhouettes on the roof our mother took the drill,
We hem our eyelids with gum tree leaves
And tie frosty lightbugs in our hair
I have hit him, yes it's true
My hands dropped the tree

In my mouth the breath of the holy sheep;

Then drinking watercolours under the old locomotive,
The sun can be sperm sometimes
I saw shimmering foxes that looked like melancholic kids
And kneeled before them, and sung in the hands of God
With fox's teeth piercing a crown on my forehead;

A girl sat next to me on the grass and touched my arm with two blue fingers
She pinches my nose
And tells me we are two animals from the milky way
Hongrian mother beats her child to death with a jellyfish, in a dim light
She pinches my nose
And the noise in the sky reminds me of Joan of Arc;
Then rubbing her ginger skin with fresh tomatoes,
My brother watched me do so
Drinking sirup from an unknown fruit
He said this is the blood of all the galaxies we know


Who are you kids? we are all daughters of the King
They circled the names on the wall
They will wear the dresses
We couldn't tell if it was him following us or if we had been following him, the messenger
(We are all princesses of this village)
It was only a matter of days before they'd discover the grape was inside me;
“I've been told you grow grapefruit there, young boy”
The boy couldn't help but lick the old man's feet
Grapes were spread on his knees;
The wine had been hexed a flavor to please the princesses
(The grape was to be kept inside their bodies until the day of their weddings)
Ribbons were swallowed and defecated under the form of young virgins
We sucked the candles, our lips suddenly green;
“My boy could never have done that, look at him he is just a kid, and he is paralized”
(Paralysis was only one of his many symptoms)
Sometimes you would see the boy from the castle drink the milk down and right after
He would rip his own face off ;
(Back to the castle we would open the milk bottles and poor the princesses blood)
The fondlings were dressed like girls
And each of them were presented as the daughter of the King;
We saw you with those boys they were wearing dresses
And now all your siblings are cursed
“I won't wear the dead girl's dress” We showed him the milk. He put on the dress.
Is that my eye on the shelf? he closed the door;
I went there but the castle had moved away, and I sat and talked to God
(The mold was everywhere, it was growing on the forks, the knives, even on the face of the messenger)
A noble child opened his legs, I sprayed the field with his sperm
We didn't lose him, the fog took him away, then the blue blood,
Both of them blond, maybe that was a mistake
He spat the wine, the good wine;
They said they would tear all the maps and then the land would disappear
(Their sisters would drink vinegar from golden bottles, not to grow old)
There in the field he was struck by lightning, he slowly became the messenger;
(They told him the crust on his face was dusk mold)
The King's tissue was found there in the mud
“They shall call me by my father the King's name”
He would stick his fingers in my mouth and we would both have maiden names;
Tadpoles would grow in our pubic hairs, and we won't feel at home anywhere, that is what the doctor said
“That mirror was not covered up innocently, my good prince” the prince warned;
The castle that took fire, I think I was there
If that boy wasn't me then who am I? he cried, we don't know yet
“Why did you take off your necklace, you are no one now”
I didn't know, I swear
We won't give you back your tongue if you don't stay quiet, my prince
(They all knew what was buried in the mud)
The insects tried to warn them, but they turned their backs on them and left;
“It will probably hurt a little at times, but this way we will be together forever”
He poured the blue blood in his brother's mouth, the herbs were chewed by the messenger,
then placed in their orifices
But then you'll die, maybe I won't, he said
(They thought virgins' saliva was the antidote)
No one would come and get us in this wooden box, so well hidden;
We thought we would just walk and walk until we turned back into young boys, but something went wrong
We all stood up in a line, only one of us was dressed
(I kept the piece of skin they cut off the King's neck)
We should have never ate his heart, it was a mistake
Maybe they were never there, she said, “but I locked them up myself!”
Where are you going kids? Take this with you
We should have trusted him, we should have taken the lantern
It's okay, we must have gone the wrong way, he smiled to us, he put back the knife in his dress;
I think they know
We must have been tricked, the tree was there just a moment ago
One of us must have spoken in our sleep
On the knife was a name, can you tell us the name? We did not remember, the knife, the name
The King sighed, she was my daughter after all
You kids have blue blood right? Here, have some more wine
“Flowerery sheets, almost clean, no bugs in the bed,” read the messenger (God wasn't there above him)
I don't know if I ever drank wine before
Something in the milk would give it its precious colour;
Are you the King's daughter? I don't know, answered the messenger
(Tadpoles were collected from all over the land)
Fondlings, I've seen them dragging around here, and don't turn away before you reach the castle
(They didn't know there was no such thing as blue grapefruits on this land)
And if I never visited this land, how come I came back alive?
When he woke up, the King had forgotten the messenger, the fondlings, his daughter;
What if she was my wife? Did I ever have a daughter?
And the milk would never turn sour, kids, do you know where I can find these miraculous cows?
(Our good King had been sleeping a lot lately)
Then the castle slowly moved to where it was supposed to be —


We saw the sparkling lights, that's when we had the first dream
They said they will bake us pancakes
If we stopped putting blood everywhere;
The rose in his rectum was perfectly pink
Pink pink pink pink pink pink, and as vague as a human hand
or a human medusa,

Then the kids blinded us with handfuls of grey grass, we surrendered at the end;
Or mother spilled dough drops on the floor, one of us knelt and licked it,
And smiled

The body shape on the sand, I think I recognized It, I think it was mine

The lights of the Kings were vanishing so quickly, we would press the bleeding tissue on our horses' faces
And mystify the names of the children in front of their pretty mothers
We would accept the fever of Hercules in our bodies
We would shiver with relief and would paint our nails to honour our dead

I fear the lights on my fingertips, they don't resemble the sun beams at all

I lay down on my father in his sleep, I rub my ankles on his ankles twice
And the blank space between our knees, Nothing grows there;
Something innocent flew nearby, just near my ear
I guess I didn't give the King what he expected since the day he gave birth to me
O Lord, don't forget to pierce my ear with your virile sounds
The bell was tied to my brother's neck, my brother tied to the barn door
Under the sheets, the evil eye;
The limits of my lips mingled to the field's colours, my mother filled my mouth with grapes
The sweet taste of gasoline pleased her as she kissed my cheeks
And no one dropped dough on the floor, who am I? he asked
And then he died;

Some flies made their way to our beds, a violent wind undressed my father in my sleep
We thought nothing happened that night, there behind the King's back
And so we ran and the rain was the semen of our ancestors,
In our hands we’re drowning animal's eyes
Then the ground opened but we weren't there;

Our mother died a virgin, my eyelids are still black after the rain
You shall now touch the seed with one finger, and you shall not speak, you shall not speak

They would elucidate the blood with a vinegar symmetry
My hand or his hand leading the dead dog to his bed of hail
And we would received silence from god's glands
And spread it on our faces;
I feed my brothers with my own gleaming body and myself with dusty semaphores
For you, my boys, for you I would sacrifice my last piece of bread

On a blue floor of agonizing virgins, our father gave up his name and twisted his finger
We counted to ten, someone behind us
He sanctified himself,
I don't fear the vanity of this chopped off head

North was going through us
We don't know if they use stars now, she said,
She was my sister slowly rotting on the stairs
She was my sister when I broke the vase
And wrote her name along her thigh with locks of painted hair;
So what breathes around our faces of pure terror, delicate mud, the arm of the child is a bracelet
Are you there singing boys that I violently embraced yesterday?
He took aspirin
Then dismembered his heirs;
My mother's sister is dead
Under the vines she took off her dress and waited for Venus, who wasn't there
We are just vaguely there,
Miniscule as the flour that covered up her face
He sat next to me and spat blue blood on my bike's seat,
What is behind me i can't even guess
That's when she burnt the dog's hairs and bit my night leg
Children licked my feet in a green reflection of hail:

A fly walks on my neck
We eclipse the moon and throw a knife at it,
Far from the devil's tongue

Dad, do you want to smell this rose in front of Helen?


We touch the wolf and his skin is pure light, somehow he looks exactly like in a book
And again the roses digested us, who said there was no wolf, we are back by the water
This tree, this tree is my whole family, she scratched her leg:

I want to smell what's inside your hands, the door of Hell is there
I really am a doll, God cried in despair;
We braided iron petals in our hair thinking the war was over
We are in the middle of nowhere,
We bite our nails, our father wandering between different layers of gold that we
Vomited in the stairs

Then crawling under the vines with Jesus on my back,
By the circle water we crushed our fingers. The blood is for the fishes
The dog was following me, nibbling the long, long hair
I'm outside my father now, I am lost in the garden.


I died in a dream last night, and it did not wake me up, said Shirley

We pass the little church, we used to spit glitters on this bench
Kids whistling like snakes at the corner of the street
A smelly paw gently lowers my eyelids, our tongues are winter peaches;

We all went out tiptoe that night
Our faces crossed by colour pencil stripes
The moon reversed twice,
Shirley sat next to me and said, eventually your cat will grow old, you'll see

They left me alone near the lake and I stayed there awhile, flickering
Thinking about the sharpened tooth secretly placed in a matchbox on my sister's dressing table

A girl sucked the tip of her ice cream cone
And slapped my two cheeks with her yellow voice;

The fire with a scent of the moon, we untie our shoelaces to offer our toes to Jupiter,
None of them moved when the rocks hit their necks
Maybe they're having a conversation on the stairs
I picked up the echo of their languid hair off my tongue
And folded their ankles like coloured almond dough
Their legs were wolves legs without a doubt;

Shirley poured blue light in Juan Carlos' ear
And sucked his eyes soaked with precocious summer
Whispering, we shall sacrifice ourselves to penetrate the bestiary
With thin, thin mulberry tree branches, they would intermingle their hair;

My father wakes us up in the middle of the night
He turns on the lamp and says
They rest in peace, they didn't suffer


The venitian slave was raised here
Lay down hold the lizard near your face, we are all watching you
(This very day they had made an important discovery about the colour green)
We're dragonflies, the children cried, and jumped out the pylon;
They would preach the green colour all across the cities
They would walk along with the shepherds sometimes sharing their beds

The tip of the noses, the fingertips of the newborns, were painted by the young men of faith
Green spots glittering on the surface of the lake at nightfall;
The weeks had nineteen days back then and each of them was named after a plant's name
And the citizen would cut the tail of their dogs on rudbeckia;
Why did you hide his birth? Speak
The citizen's kids were all taught how to speak backwards
They said they never heard about Venice my hometown before
And each of them would have to carry around his dog's tail to prove his identity
The gold coins were all destroyed and green was the money;
I came all the way down there from my home town Venice to know more about this discovery
“The young preachers they are on their way now”
He taught his slaves all he knew about plants, and they would teach it to their sons
And the son of their sons;
We saw this dog lick the green stain on the slave's corpse and now his tail is growing back
On the nineteenth day she sliced my fingertips
And they were shared among my brothers for them to eat
Our noses would be rubbed with fresh handfuls of primroses;
I am an old man now and I look forward to dying, the Venetian lord dictated
(Sometimes the young preachers would hypnotize the shepherds and inject the green colours in their irises)
“Maybe if we stop watching it will stop” she said. It is called Triplocoria
Hail was falling on the day of my birth the shepherds were praying to Jupiter;
What colour were your son's eyes, I don't remember
For ninety days and ninety nights they went hunting for salamanders, they barely slept
Hail was falling and the shepherds were scared, o they were terrified
She began to doubt the existence of her child. They gave her another green injection
(Somehow the green lights were slowly moving, and would almost reach the mountains)
One of the slave's son began to speak backward, too;
Sometimes he would make dreams where a green, green hail was gently covering his body on the ground
“Please spare him, take one of my others sons,” the young preacher applied the colour;
On the surface of the lake i saw my nose my fingers vanish away
(Suddenly the slave's son was able to understand the language of the shepherds)
Lactuca, nelumbo, fragaria, gladiolus, tussilago, gypsophila, salix, medeola, callistephus, anthurium,
oxalis, lobelia, digitalis, echinops, lythrum, hesperis, wisteria, epictatis, rudbeckia

“Come to me, brothers of mine,” the young preacher opened his arms, we sung;
We were scared of turning around, scared of discovering the salamanders had been following us,
we walked faster
Who gave you that dog tail?
You gave it to me
No I didn't

“Lizards, herbs, grasshoppers, dragonflies, salamanders, plants,” he listed them,
he wrote their names on his chest
What else do you know, how did the green happen?
The needle was near her face now, SAY
(The son of the Venetian lord, he is the one who gave me the dog's tail)
“This is not how we spell this word,” he thought his master had been tricking him;
The slave's sons would cover their ears with their hands,
but they would still hear the singing of the citizens' kids
We found her here, her pupils green, o so green
(Their tongues would progressively change colour)
“Your son is nowhere to be found my lord,” the slave was a little taller than his master and had to bend his knees when they walked together
So remember children, if you find grass under your sheets, you shall go and tell the lord
On a green alley, they died, the dragonflies;
Do you know the name of this root?
(The slave's son was nowhere to be found)
“Give us back the dog,” the Venetian kids laughed, they opened the scissors;
How would I recognize my son, now that he has no finger or nose
(The mothers would carve the names of their sons on the backs of the salamanders)
He spat green spit in his hands, “see”
And the slave's son would sometimes imitate their singing, and his mother would hide the dogs;
Hail was falling the day I was born and now they're looking for me, the shepherds
(Golden grass was secretly kept in the Venetian lord's chest)
None of my brothers recognized me when I came back from the lake, show us your dog's tail
(It didn't affected my sight at first,
but then I started to have visions where the shepherds would all have my face)
What is this plant doing in your belongings, young man, you know it isn't allowed by our lord
Someone must have put it in there
We've never heard about your home town Venice


We are here now
We stand by our beds with our fingers on our teeth
A clean mouth is a mouth that drank its own sins, says my brother;
I think we are here
Our lips are swampy, and ravens sometimes peck them;
I can't feel my hand, I feel my brother's breath on my upper lip but
The light really tastes like ivory, like the sadness of the elephants
Elephants are perched, somewhere near us
(We know we must crown everything that surrounds us at night)
We've been thinking about glycerine a lot lately
A sip of fog, we are clean
The good sailor sleeps under my bed,
His eyes are sometimes blue
He is clean, too
To always be clean, we also have to purify the mist
(We will purify the sea with a frost of geometry)
We sailed on our brother's waters in the barn that night, invisible
Put your hands on the map, kids, all of you
(The eldest child blew mist on the window, several times)
Stop saying he came bac, my brother covered his ears;
We would place the apple liquorice on the table, where he used to sit
One of us would sometimes say the name of the ship, or
What he thought was the name of the ship
(we dreamt our brother's hand was hanging from his bed, and we licked his palm in our sleep)
Who told you such a thing
It was written on the mist;
Mother placed a crown of strawberries on each of our foreheads, you shall not smile
And the path of icy heathers,
At the end of the icy path you may find a shield
We'll lay our brother down on the barn floor, and there we will crown him with hellebores;
Maybe we are the saliva of the sea
The reverberation of the slaps on the sailors cheeks
Maybe we were born to be tangled to the silence of the ships
And sail naked under our sheets for years and years
But we're here now, we're here
We came back to feel what is left for us to feel
And our barefeet are clean;
See mother, this is my body tied to the lavenders
Tied to the solemn eye of the deerhunter

(God feared the mist on our fingertips)
He stood there by the window, blowing the sourness of the apples
Our lips were closed when we kissed our brother;
Abel and Caïn danced together in the lake with fishes in their hands
The reflection on the bed
Who's there?

I gave the best fish to my smaller brother, he licked my eyelids and said
We must crown the sailor if he recognizes the sea.


The next day we slapped her harder
Don't paint me yellow! she cried
Don't cry yellow
She was thoroughly bleached her neck her face
And then they came, small animals
Small, small, small, small animals
(We do love bleach, too)
If we ever find our way out of the wood,
Then we'll die

Sperm is a colour, kids are perched
Don't die there in the woods
(He took the dog for a walk and now he is dead)
Pink paint would encircle my left wrist, all this blood
Emoc ot el eht elttil seon
I esimorp emoc tuo dna yalp
I t'now kool
I t'now kool
Sselnu ouy eid

These love bites, your family jewels, my son;
I remember you know his hair, his hair was sometimes grey
(We enjoy your face crushed against the wall)
There was another cage, this one is empty
“We lied to you my child, this bear isn't your father”
Then the walls moved to be near us, to be near us

We never said we knew the alphabet
“Us muslims, we never say the name of God,” he said, saying it
Hung above the strawberry field before night break, maybe it was me, me, me
Ew reven dias ew wenk eht tebahpla
A discreet walk to the park...
It was closed on Monday, they said
Now this

They stole oranges from me, they stole oranges from me
Sometimes I urinate rain, even though I am not a catholic;
“When he devoted himself to the bleach...”
O Lord,
Give us back our pants, ”pieces of my head enclosed in the good old baker's bread
Then he said, 'I beg your pardon, King Salomon' then he died.
(She smiled when they undug me)
The jar opened slightly, something RED
Something borrowed
Something DEAD
(We did not steal what they said, it was in the bread)
This apple pie is baked for GOD,
A jaw wrapped in plastic, the land was near and yet we couldn't speak,
Open your hands so I can see your pearls

“This is the bell you shall ring when you will be buried alive in a pet cemetery”
Insanely nice people offer me an apple
Before they slit my throat;
Are we alone? he asked, Did we lock the door?
“We won't let you go if you stay pretty”
I pity my brothers, I pity their ankles, always twisted
And if we were not there who would slap the sailors;
You see me now as i was in your garden twenty years ago, as long as it is pretty he said
(The end was near and yet we couldn't speak)
“Don't lie to me you don't recognize the sea”
She is always with you in heaven, your twin sister
(My sister is still DEAD)
Salt ends, dear friend
(I think they sucked up a fish)
You know, my boy, we don't need you to have toes,

ti swa a erem yadseut

“I see the limits of your body”
Watching those kids on a merry go round, to choose one
Careful my child, don't sneeze before you pass the river
I frowned to the melon, our redemption won't be golden at all;
They were rehearsing Christmas Eve, I choked with candy before they undressed me
Eyelids glued with pure light, BITE THE NURSE! BITE THE NURSE!
“I will not last forever.” A rock
Glowing birds humping our lips, repeatedly.
You would hear this voice every time you dive
“Someone waiting for you by the bed”
The sun won't boil it, take it, I plucked it for you
The moon won't boil it
Take it, I boiled it for you
She pictured the blade in her hand, that's when she remembered,
'”The sky is not above anymore”
(He said he could never get hard with barbelö)
My hairs were hung above the lavenders at noon, it is my lady, o it is my worm
“Mingle the bottles. Now. Do it.” Both of them blue;
(That's when they discovered my wife wasn't edible)
He opened the bedroom door
My tail was well hidden;
He unwrapped his Christmas presents
I was hard.
She was my only daughter and now she's dead

After the deer
Nothing appears

(When I asked his name, the boy fell dead)

Hongrians would swallow raw eggs the night of their weddings
“We won't scratch the green wall” the skull nodded;
Your sister. The wind took her away
(I thought I would blow the astronaut)
“You will be slapped to death if you don't glow in the dark”
(And now there is a cure against gravity)
They said I ate an orange, my beloved is there, under this rock;
“Can you spell your names, kids?” we didn't know what to answer
We thought we saw the moon, we closed the door;
Open your eyes, you're a young girl, now put on your dress
Old man put the candy in the sleeping child's mouth. “If you don't swallow it. you will be considered a traitor”
(Our beds on the stairs were no beds at all)
I didn't mean to drink it, they mingled the bottles, the colour was injected in my eyelids,
It itches;
Someone is beaten to death with a handful of honeysuckles
(And for some of us the island did not appear at all)
“No one made the drawing” the drawing was torn
This dog, this dog didn't die of natural death — silence.
When we saw the purple scarf for the second time, we knew we would be taken away
“You would be missed.” he put the lid back on the pan
When he grew older
He died.

In a dream we were told we didn't need to breath
Our hands are on your eyes, we tied branches around our necks, we didn't sleep at all
(We were not afraid of the animals appearing beyond our eyelids)
I lay down in front of you, salty.
A quiet leaf wraps around your wrist, we exhale dim light, look under the rock
The virgin eye
Body fractaled on the surface of our lips,
(We bit through a jellyfish, our daughters appearing in the middle of the lake)

We saw our faces on a piece of soap and sliced it
And spread it
And remember, the valleys, they move so fast
He was my sister when he fell asleep I wrote his name in reverse on his back
“Your ship wrecked many years ago” he smiled and walked away;
They were hung here yesterday and now they're gone
(He told everyone the tree was his father)
Past the mountains, there they grew, the missing kids;
Our horse knew someday the night would come, he paused. Fingers were sucked
We were bleeding pure gold, we went on;
(The bride knew all the season's names)
The fishes were on me they were sometimes keeping me company
The sea, the silence, were not worth dying for;
You were my beautiful sister, we took a nap, a long nap, and woke up on a Tuesday
We celebrated our hair, our necks, the woods would envy us
“And if I don't die for my sister, I'll die for a lonely sailor”
We believed sleep was the dust of the sea
And when the rain stopped, we did not believe in God any longer
(A grasshopper in each hand, we drink the death of spring)
We caught the snails they threw from the cliffs
Then vomiting gold on the bench,
Someone or something dancing on the outskirts of the green planet;
I can't recall the colours of my mother, her eye, her thigh
Our ears are there, well kept
Then they found their way to my bed, the reptiles;
A leak on the roof, sperm drops
Squatted in the hollow trunk, I waited and waited but nothing appeared
(When we run in the woods, we are invisible to God)
KIDS, FUCKING — to be sanctified
When I touched him, he looked like a cat, only smaller
(With a hole in your head you'll be able to control the rotation of the sun)
There's nothing there, after the river
I see a yellow dog, and two vines
“Say anything that comes to your mind” said the TV,
My skin is peeling, the boy said
Oblivion was right there, in this very puddle, he lied;
The surface of the walls was the skin of my mother
The islands were infected by the pork;
Sooner or later, kids, you will embrace this octopus
“I love pudding” — me too, he cum;
Those noises are insects tickling the mold on your tits
Vinegar was injected in the cells, then a foxtrot;
We removed the heavy skull and cleaned the area with lemonade
A citrus would be placed in the dead part of the brain, sharpening our teeth on ivory drops
Then I promised not to bite the muscles;
A lonely nap tangles my father's hair, the red woman spat sun semens on our hands;
Are you sure that's what you want? You won't depend on gravity anymore
“He left his lipstick on the bench and now he's dead”
(My breath was somehow mingled with glass)
I spat the milk on his scar, the milk (jar was full of blue sunday)
“I trust the insects, they'll lead us the way to the cabin”
Our pockets filled with apricots, we take off our faces;
(We didn't know the cure was in the shell)
On a mouthful of plastic my sister choked to death
Black bird, black bird, they sung;
(They were drawing vines on our chests)
We pissed rays of light on the violet hay, the divine child spread himself all over my face
Shall we really trust the villagers?
It wasn't violent, so I went back to sleep
Suddenly the neighbours dissembled me;
This wasn't there when we locked up
Our fiancés are yellow dust under the blankets, we inhale
“Those kids got married in a pet cemetery,
They killed our dog and ate his eye”
(War is declared)

Purdey Kreiden is a half-deer, half-nymph creature who lives in the woods of her father Pan. She has recently accomplished her histolysis. Prone to a mysterious form of ecmnesia, she draws memories from her past lives to form writings, videos and collages, and picks alphabet nectar and fragments of insects and plants that she assembles into images and words. She is presently working on her family's history by collecting the memories of imaginary siblings, in order to give an ending to the Testimony of her Sister, and turning children’s books into porn stories.

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