Author: sledgeadams

MOMENTOUS LAST POST: A Letter from the Children

Mother and father were dreamers. They dreamed and dreamt their lives into reality. I wrote those words one year ago today upon the dedication of this blog. A blog dedicated to the collective works of our mother and father, two artists, from the sole collaboration they ever did. That blog which you have just finished …

51/52 Mother (with Me) + those whom are missed

Mother often escapes through the drama of other until she loses interest. Like a program too relished, she’s become a viewer rather than a participant in her own life. She was bound to long strolls in the woods and prolonged movements to nowhere in particular. Sitting in cars with strangers and doing many strange things …

47/52 Orbital (Transmission: __ )

Beep. Beep. Beep. My brain sends signals. Messages undeliverable. Or are they received and I’ve miscommunicated that even? Beep. Beep– Sounds, abounds, embedded upon a plate of spinning symphony make there way to, into the unknown, awaiting to be picked up. A record to be played from the launch of a hopeful fate. May it …

45/52 Feast: Breakfast as Timothy

Wishing the holidays could be decorated, rather than being decorated for them. I, Timothy, pick up the pearls and wishing to whirl them round my neck, do my best part to carefully replace them into their bowl and corresponding shelf as names and body parts dance oddly behind my quiet refracted and fractioned self. Bonnie. …