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The Heat

Language such a crude tool
for describing the body's 
bent song
Where does the heat in my
heart originate
Where does the firewood come 
from and who is chopping it
My lungs
two caverns that
I insist on choking with
smoke and smoke and smoke
All of the worlds noise
bouncing off my pupils
unrelenting and I let a lot of 
it in All these thoughts laid
out like a map written in some
alien script And as I
go along some words are
revealed to me
the glass on the compass becomes
less foggy Torn between two
worlds
one production
the other 
a sorry but glorious destruction
but I know neither is right and 
like a retired magician
my tricks are becoming harder
to fake
so I go on
shoes velcroed tight
and my perception of time
constantly swinging from vine
to vine
where does the heat come from?
The thought of having a 
soul is comforting
but comfort doesn't make 
for an interesting life.
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Curious Jord Podcast

Hello Lovely people,

I have started a podcast and its called Curious Jord. You can download it wherever you download your podcasts. You can also listen to it on my website!

Click this link for episode 1 – Funeral Home

I have published 4 episodes so far. The above link is for the first episode where I talked to an apprentice funeral director. It was a really great conversation and I hope you enjoy!

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ROAD TRIP ACROSS CANADA

In this home movie we continue our journey across Canada and try to stay sane while crossing the prairies. Hope you enjoy xox

The end of the road at the end of the world!

Another video. This one is a collection of clips over the last two days. Plus Strawberry picking!

NEW VIDEO!

long time no post on here. I figured I should get back on the horse. This is less spoken word and more home movie. My partner and I bought a camper van and we recorded one of our adventures. Have a watch and let me know what you think. Cheers world xo

Like a Strand of Hair

I’m remembering when you came up the stairs with a tiny porcelain pot and in it was our first house plant. . It died a week later. That house was so awkward, the cupboard doors wouldn’t stay shut and the leaky roof was a constant reminder that we were just a couple sheets of drywall away from nature. But we had a few laughs and got drunk from time to time and like all good houses we felt at home. We whispered at night to appease the ghosts. We whispered at night because it was cute. We whispered at night. There was that one time when I was taking down the Christmas lights and fell off the ladder, I thought had broken my back lol. You called me a pussy and told me to get up while passing me a glass of rum and a cigarette. It turned I was fine and the rum was nice and I never did finish taking down the lights, so they just hung there all year like a long strand of hair touching the tip of the tallest blades of grass