Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: embodying space

  • Naked

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    Cool and damp earth presses against my skin, moisture seeps through my cotton shirt, an ant is crawling across my bare shin. I can hear the rain dropping rhythmically on the tin roof and sliding down the wall of glass. I can’t see the outside world and no one can see me here on this…

  • Octopus Advice

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    I’ve meditated every morning for the past 209 days. By the time you’re reading this, it’ll be longer than that. I can genuinely say it has helped. But I still cry in the car and escape to the bathroom when I feel the first chest crushing blows of a panic attack. I don’t have the…

  • Another Friday

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    My brain is meltingIt’s everywhere and nowhere.It doesn’t belong.Where is it? And it can’t be where it belongs.I don’t want to understand why someone would taste cold hard metal.I don’t want to feel a kinship for walking away.But I do.I feel it all. The hope and despair.Wanting to know, wanting to forget It’s everywhere and…

  • Grasping

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    My hands are covered in dirtI’ve been grasping Pebbles are embedded in my palms Flowers bloom from my fingertips I keep tryingSinking my hands into the moist warm earth I’m searching For deep roots or a boulderI want to hold onI need something to hold onto I’m watching my own frantic effort to remain clinging…

  • Updates of No Particular Importance

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    Im sitting in the car waiting for school to get out. The rain is pounding down on the windshield and the colorful leaves look like an oil painting against an unfinished canvas. The sky a terrifying white of potential, and yet all I can think about is I miss this place or rather, that place.…

  • A group of three

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    I want to be the most boring person in the world I want people to never quite remember my name or physical features I wish nothing about me sparked interest I want no one to ever be confused if they like me or are just fascinated by me To wonder if they care about me…

  • Spiral

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    “Sometimes things go too fast and too slow all at once.” – July 19th I found this note today while tidying up my studio and realized I hadn’t sat down to look through pictures or even think much about this past weekend in Corner Brook. So much of my life the past couple of years…

  • What’s there to say about July

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    There was volunteering at Folk Fest, Girl’s Night, music at the Majestic, Sound Symposium, PRIDE, and new friends, an avalanche of “Yes’s”. It was busy but there were also quiet moments of reflection. And yet I don’t know how to share all that because the thing is any boasting of good fortune or good times…

  • How We Hold

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    Making art has felt so necessary in my life. Over the past year or so I’ve slowly re-immersed myself in the creative process. I’ve written, doodled, knitted, crocheted, paper-mached, I’ve done a lot. And I did it all in the pursuit of escaping the hell of living with PTSD and active trauma. Writing has traditionally…

  • Acceptance

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    Originally Posted on October 20th, 2023 I will not kneel at your feet Climb mountains or sail the sea I will hold firm in my belief in myself My honesty and compassion For my love knows no bounds but my body has experienced It has seen, and felt, touched and tasted It has heard your…