Riel Namiko Hattori-Caspi

s p a c e d o u t //

prose poetry book, silkscreened on handmade paper, Japanese stab bound.

“I have this feeling when I'm laying in bed at night// I can feel leaves beneath me and vines start to coil around my arms, I can feel myself sinking into the dirt// It's rich, dark soil, the kind that really gets stuck under your nails// I'm safe, I'm not being buried or asphyxiated, I'm just with the Earth// It is safe// I love the idea of sinking into the dirt and giving everything I have back to the ground.”