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Brooklyn Based Poet-Of-Center Interdisciplinary Artist + Director
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Stewarding @forestfortreescollective

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Wouldn’t it be romantic, regrowing the forests together?
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Hi friends. Oh this moon has me so slow and quiet and soft. Over half of our country’s forests are cleared for clear-cutting. I watched a video about a nonagenarian who’d restored a clear cut redwood forest with his sweetheart this week. Charles and Vanna Rae Bello. Bless them.
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Come support @forestfortreescollective and the beautiful renegade relief efforts for asylum-seekers of Good Shepard next week for our supper club, MINGALEMU! There will be the best pozole you’ve ever freaking had. There will also be my dear, dear @madre.jaguar!
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First Image: oldie but goodie for the archive! “Crone Is God” aspen ecopoetic sculpture as part of a solo exhibition at Naropa University. by @soopspoon

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Another day amongst earthlings talkin’ bout the earth today like we just rentin’ it, not talkin’ bout how earth became us, not talkin’ bout how we become earth, how we each will under the soil will sleep the long dream.
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Happy Taurus season and Earth Day! Come have pozole and talk about maíz (which I JUST learned is a grass!) and dig our vibroscape with @forestfortreescollective and @madre.jaguar this Friday at Good Shepard in BK. And get ready for a stellar summer of incredible exhibitions and events on Governors Island with us!
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First slide: “Lay Her Burden Down” ecopoetry install from my solo exhibition at @ifoundleon with Colorado’s wildflowers! by @soopspoon

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a year ago

Here: the punctuated equilibrium. Enheduanna, forever praising the moon. I eat my psychic wheaties, a jazz breakfast, a time leaned into. Sweeping lesser men out on tide. I could be a more terrifying sea monster than I am. Maiden in Aletheia: neither enough alone time or company. Ancient of the scrap pile: my oracle. Daughter consults fate, I consult the grandmothers.
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Cutest birthday week a mother moon could wish for. Here is lucky number 41. Thank you for making my life with me, friends. Happy new moon. Hope for you a lucky tub. by @soopspoon

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It was a sing-along no one could help but sing along to. The visible trace of grief and love exhausted but still standing and somehow taller. Money under the mattress rubbing together and making more of itself. ¿Y si sí? We don’t explain our lore; we let them judge while we shovel soil, spin silk, bleed down our legs. Mothers have had it up to here with the bad dad dumbbells. Mamas still ring those fun bells, Sister Fabio’s “WeAreOne Bells”. The Matriarchs of the Dyke March are a lesson on how to Daddy. Or at least how to slip the grip of some Daddy God Long Gone. Good Mother is laughing the grief off. G’on now mama, sing ya song.
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Well it’s ♋️ season: summer is here! Happy to be your local Cancerian friend reminding you to hydrate with electrolytes, eat a lot of berries, and find water to swim in! I now have a roomie who I met when I was 20 and she was 1 who has taught me a lot about the work of mothering: how to add water and watch for growth. Thanks to you all for supporting her/us. 🦀 by @soopspoon

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22 days ago

Hi friends! My godkid, Amélie traveled to NYC to chase her dreams in the arts and modeling, but a sudden emergency surgery has created unexpected medical bills and challenges. She’s recovering well, but the high deductible and living expenses are a heavy burden right now. Please consider sharing or donating to help her focus on healing and rebuilding. Even a small share can make a big difference in showing her she’s supported during this tough time. We love and appreciate you! Link below, in stories, and in my bio!

https://gofund.me/84d3fd96f by @soopspoon

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It was the summer of ‘26…the Knicks had just won the playoffs. The hearts of men were carbonated. Qween won her Tony. Mamdani’s apple dimple was flexin’ on the dying empire. Bubbles over Herbert Von King vibrated to a reggaetón base bump. Dembow. We were unbothered against a common enemy. Unsettled, as a matter of course. Up, as a matter of dogged determination. Gay, gay adjacent, gay to some fantastic exponent…and dangerous. Against every odd, united : delighted : deft : boom-ch-boom-chick.
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Working steadily on a big install in the studio @forestfortreescollective! Interested in collective authorship, collective voice, and participatory works. Especially interested in participatory efforts to re-center grandmothers / elder femmes in western civilization. If you dig it, please come visit!
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Images of WIP! Photos by: @pratya_photographer @andrea.coronil and @hueyminchuang
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Materials: @fab_scrap by @soopspoon

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We feel men, needing us. Feeding us from the factory for their needs’ sake. We know all about the need and the barbed fences wrapped around the need. We all ensnarl. We need the money they have sold us. Conveyor belt hope. They know we cannot survive without it. We watch these paling faces, sickening of their own world. We all sicken.
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Baddies With The Saddies: we will not be convinced of impossibilities this summer despite the daunt. PRIDE season is here! There has never been a better time to FUND the DYKES and DOLLS! Queer family has survived me; it’s my fucking honor to be house mother at @forestfortreescollective. Bring these baby gays and theys to me — we got trees for them to breathe under.
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First image: WIP for a 90’ install I’m working on in my studio on Governors Island! by @soopspoon

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2 months ago

You asked for it, here it is! Join @soopspoon next Thursday 5/28 for a hands-on and delicious pie-baking workshop! Registration is required (link in bio)! Tickets are sliding scale starting at $30! We’ll be baking with farm fresh berries, rhubarb, stonefruit, herbs and cream! Enjoy the fruits of your labor and leave with a slice to share! Invite friends! Children and elders are encouraged to attend!
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Ana Anu is a 4th generation pie-baker and has been baking pies from scratch for over 20 years! She has been teaching pie-baking workshops annually since the pandemic. She will guide the group in all-butter crust making, filling tips and tricks, hand-whipped cream, and she will share stories of her lineage that keep her pie-baking practice grounded in community care! Accommodations for dietary or allergies are available on request! by @soopspoon

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Ecofeminist artist and herbalist Ana Anu @soopspoon shares her love for making home remedies in the kitchen!

Listen to the full conversation with Ana in the latest podcast episode in collaboration with @homeswapstories

Recorded at one of Home Swap Stories’ sustainable living events, this episode features a series of short interviews with environmental creatives.

Check out the full episode at the link in bio

How do you live sustainably at home? by @soopspoon

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What’ll do a cheap job of it: a trophy making the name: bubble wrapping an ego. Love is not easy, devours us, makes us something new. Love is so easy to love is impossible to play with is no fool. Love fights us for our growth rubbles us humbles us. Love terrifies is law is land smells of grief and birth. Love works towards a beauty that cannot be bought or sold. We will never need a trophy. To submit to our needs is to love. To submit to our needs is to love. To submit to love. Here we all are, desperate and needy. Looking in flowers for love. Love, giving, is out here, patient as a tree.
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Happy new moon moonbabes! Just got back from a trip to the Sonoran Desert (home). Family, friends, grandmas. Above, a poem for the mothers—the mothers always love a love poem. I got to bring @ameatsclothes to sit with grandmas and family of the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers last week. Now I get to build the dream all summer at @forestfortreescollective! I’d love your support, fam! Let’s grow! by @soopspoon

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2 months ago

So there I was dancing at the Crisco Disco, a sparkling Brillo hot suit. Misster, I said to my mirror, you look far from home. What I knew was that the lazy game of the chaps couldn’t catch my slick. Men, like flies I had to flick. I was a match on fire: less and more at once. Sweat as fashion accessory. Smoke of the butch barely matched stick, still too much take on the took. Brillo bb, it’s always been us on the coal and you seen the crook. So it is, and so it is: Femmes write the book.
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Happy full moon in Scorp. Bloom babes! Look at us building ourselves on foundations nobody can take away from us, even on our worst days. Our sense of worth isn’t made or broken by someone else’s take. We’re impossible to manipulate when we root, so we take a tip from the flowers-store our light in our depth. Bloom, babes! The @forestfortreescollective Governors Island residency season kick off is May 16! Save the date! by @soopspoon

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3 months ago

That woman’s Thelma. Out from under Motherless Men. Hat trick, that Kick, his tap tap and his slip was wide awake. That take was the plan. Time our time came. Ain’t nothing in the way but another good as gone man. Misandry is the last wave feminist. Canyon haunt, she’s done what she can do for her father’s men. Our time come. That woman’s Louise.
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Listen to me friends: there is nothing more valuable in all of humanity than a grown woman’s respect. Double that if the grown woman respects herself. Double it again if she’s in her life’s work in spite of it all. Double again if she stands for other women. Listen to me babes: be very, very judicious with your respect. Be deeply discerning with how much admiration you will and will not give to these men. Do not entitle them. They can choose whether to earn your trust or eat your dust. by @soopspoon

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