digital collage
covered with stars
my first poem
Circa 2000
bean bean little little
rosy wings
the point is hope
by Chase Burnett
Iaritza
www.iaritza.com
Moon Joy
440
small house big yard
August 2020
head above water
An afternoon swim in Sand Lake on a hot Summer day
when you spilled coffee on my j dilla vynal
burnouts off North Ave
thirty
It feels tempting on birthdays, especially at the edge of a decade, to reminisce on achievements. All the big moments. Artistic achievements, professional milestones, countries visited. Quantification. But today I feel grateful for the small moments. Particularly ones where I felt connected to the person in front of me, or the land under my feet. There’s no easy and clean way to bring these memories back, because truthfully they are mostly forgotten (there were millions of them, after all). But those moments are what became my twenties, and it’s safe to say they will be thirties and my forties and so on. That’s all for now. I’m going to see some people that I love.