HeyJaredrituals for mourners
field notes and personal essays exploring the grief and joy of radical, queer diasporic home-making across physical, digital, and social planes.
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you are a being of earth! feel the weather! (opens the original)
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[ Sep 8th, 2026 ](attaching audio read aloud if you’d rather listen than read) hi there,last week i roadtripped up the east coast, moved to nyc, almost changed my mind and turned around, got sick, pooped my brains out, fainted from dehydration and weeped on the floor,and then, i had to get up and keep going.i want to wallow, (and i will and I definitely did my share of whining and pouting abt it) but also I know I will keep going, know i can.<
the strength in a fall surrender (opens the original)
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last weekend i was in New Hampshire for a wedding between dear ones. surrounded by love & fall, coated in leaves red, orange, violet and brown, I decided I no longer want to wallow. i want to surrender to the change of time and fall into this next season, let myself transition and change color, even if I don’t know where it will leave me….a silly photo from behind shocks me -- i found it lovely to be surprised by my own body, to be able to be in awe of the strength I already contain.how did i no
i am a homesick star trying to return to sky (opens the original)
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hi friends, I write to share a visual poem I wrote last month, on a plane, when I was in the depths of luteal wondering WHAT IS ALL THIS MUSH I FEEL?!? :’’’’’) This month, as I coasted through the muck of sickness and the afterglow fatigue of a move (potentially temporary) to New York, I edited a collage in red of the many ways I find to disappear: in crowds, in shadow, in metaphor & meditation, in pasts & planes, in suitcases and sour-sweet lov
dance with your ghosts in the shadows (opens the original)
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Content Warning: SAIn this video I talk about dance floors and exploring shadow as part of my process recovering from sexual assault. Most of the conversation and poetry is from the recovery side, and I do not talk about my experience of assault. Still, trust if this one is for you, now or not. It will be here later. ❤︎ Aug 18, 2026 I write this to <a href="https://mus
why I continue even if nothing changes (opens the original)
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June 23rdI’ve been making so much, and it’s really exciting. There’s a lot of reason and will behind the specifics of what I’m making. Black Poetic Astronomy, my home altar painting, playlist poems, Memory & Material Studio, Passage, sonic poems, friendship, collective homemaking, writing in general. There’s a reason why to each, and then there’s why.It’s that I must. That when I don’t, a part of myself feels dormant. I sometimes find some rest and ease in that quiet, but also a deep restlessnes
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