Mother's Daughter
BY OCEAN ESCALANTI.
On a precipice of doom
Venom viaduct
Smashed in snout- mother’s daughter
I have a rage within me
Balancing on barbed wire
And
Crescent moon tips
Gold star in aggression
Salt-lick wound
Borderline road runner
Fool’s Journey
River Indian
Drought dry
Like a
Dust bowl
Science Fiction
BY OCEAN ESCALANTI.
In utero, we (su)spend disbelief
Dollars and cents in the form
Of baby's coos
We embark on the
Fringes of freedom
Gumming good nature
Undeveloped
Suckling at a dead source
We dry up in umbilical exchange
Big book thumpers
Polishing war toys
...
BY OCEAN ESCALANTI.
I have a spiritual experience walking down
The Berkeley Bowl produce section
Surprise surprise the big girl sees
The face of god in the pit of a stone fruit
She hollows out the pit and inside
Stores the secret to life
The secret being
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Ocean Escalanti (she/her) is an indigenous visual artist and writer residing in Oakland, CA. She is a printmaker and natural dyer self-publishing poetry, illustrations, and dye how-to zines and books to vend across the US. Ocean spends her time on her quilt practice in-between print and writing. She works at NIAD Art Center as a facilitator and is a monitor at Max's Garage Press in Berkeley, CA. You can find her on Instagram @oldisthegrave and on her website.