STAY TUNED
In this newsletter I’d like to share what I was up to this time last year. Before getting into that, let’s have a moment for some of my writings in the lune format.
Format is refrain.
Days are refrain.
Love is refrain.
you, yes you
remind me of a mineral
maybe you’re sandstone
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bed frame separated
we lift without using words
drywall only casualty
///
monday is a
whore according to subway woman
reaffirms my indisposition
///
yes, in fact
the city does smell chocolatey
it does that
///
Mr.Barry mows lawn
more than i take showers
which is concerning
///
maybe it has
something or everything to do
with our upbringings
///
somehow clean is
so clean it becomes violent
poisoning the wetlands/lungs
///
studies now show
using aerosols or harsh chemicals
compromise the lungs
///
chlorine bleach is
possibly the same as smoking
20 cigarettes daily
///
cleaning homes is
the routine and loneliest way
to shorten life
///
did she like
her photo and donate her
organs this time?
SPOTLIGHT
Love Extravaganza
A wedding? An elopement? A gathering? AN ORGY?! WHO COULD SAY!
Last year two of my friends, Lily & Bogey, sent out a postcard inviting me to a ‘Love Extravaganza’.
Better yet, they asked me to be the photographer for the event.
I’ve never been invited to such a vague titled, love themed event, and I was overly intrigued. I just had a couple questions, but I knew it was going to be unforgettable.
They rented out a cabin in Lutsen, Minnesota for an extended weekend. Invited over 50 plus friends. Prepped all the foods and drinks. Brought fancy clothing. All day DIY.
The rest kinda fell into place.
One massive, multi-day party. With summer camp aesthetics. Lots of laughs and cheer and smiles and stories. There must have been some system going on in the background, because it was too magical and seamless.
I was delighted to have a camera in my hands all weekend because I only knew a handful of guests. The camera lets me break the ice to feel sociable. On the other hand, it allows me space to be quiet with my thoughts and observe all the action.
No hesitation, I would love to be a part of another love extravaganza! Want to have your own love extravaganza? Need a photographer to join? Hit me up! Would love to collaborate with those who favor the sanctity of honest memories.
Until then, I’ll revisit this weekend in my photos and memories.
Some more engagement/elopement/wedding photos can be found on my website.
Life is too short.
Hug some friends.
Make a cake.
Swim naked in the great lakes.
Eat spaghetti with your hands.
Love endlessly.
SPARK
My friend Lewis wrote an essay for 1080Press Newsletter, titled ‘Fuck the Day: A Novel.’ It was published in April, but I just got my hands on it last weekend. Knowing Lewis makes this extraordinary. I can read it with his voice and delivery and tenderness in mind. The particularities. The exactness. You don’t need to know Lewis to read or find something in it though. Just is extra icing on the cake.
I’ve read quietly it a number of times, aloud some more, and I keep returning to it throughout my day, everyday this week.
Please read it through with an open mind and heart, reflecting on your own relationship to the day.
What is your problem with the day? Or have you found some enlightenment you wish to share with the rest of us? Share your woes, troubles, triumphs below!
ALSO PLEASE PLEASE read his bio. Couldn’t ask for anything more.
1080Press in Kingston, New York publishes newsletters every month, available digitally or mailed print. They also create some amazing print books, available on their website, Woodland Pattern, and other cool places in the world! Check em out!
STACKED
“Crane reveals poetry’s palpable design upon us through its intricate exploration of intersections—or hinges—between beings (human, animal, mythical), between epochs, sequences, genres, teachers and protégés, and the hidden, subterranean realms that underlie our material world. Bolsover’s work creates a space where urban time (commuter time) collides with an older, slower rhythm of time measured by natural phenomena. Her poems resonate with echoic language that shapes not just space but also our understanding of connection, possibility, and the fragile yet profound relationship between worlds often perceived as separate. What moves me most is how Crane endows its readers with the power of poetry itself—an invitation to see the unseen, to map out lush and abundant meanings even in the face of chronic political despair. This is a seemingly quiet, elegant book that understands civic poetry as a call to action—a call to restore imagination as an essential force for envisioning and creating a better shared future.”
—Stacy Szymaszek—
SEE YOU
When I look back, I am reminded how much I value my practice of photography and writing poetry. Sometimes daily life tries to take my attention elsewhere.
But the waves keep humble and bring me back.
Speaking of, the new Ghost of Yōtei game released this week. It’ll take some determination to not glue myself entirely to the screen to play it.
I might lose some sleep though staying up to fit in some game time.
The day has too much openness.
—moki—
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