lo intermitente

April 2024

Gorgeous Girls for Gaza

Most mornings I’m spat out of sleep.

Apr 16, 2024 • Daniella Valz Gen

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December 2023

An initiation into the sacred labour of grief

How’s your heart? This is the question I ask my loved ones when I want them to know I’m available for connecting vulnerably.

Dec 27, 2023 • Daniella Valz Gen

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August 2023

Summer of Purge

On parasitic die-off, grief and heart wreckage

Aug 23, 2023 • Daniella Valz Gen

May 2023

Oracular meditation

subtle movement and its ripples

May 3, 2023 • Daniella Valz Gen

April 2023

Four poems

Singing & Shouting back at art

Apr 22, 2023 • Daniella Valz Gen

February 2023

The Empty Room

Inner tectonic shifts

Feb 20, 2023 • Daniella Valz Gen

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September 2022

All the burnt leaves of summer fall in autumn

As the equinox approaches I go through the familiar feeling of stagnancy that I’ve come to associate with the end of summer.

Sep 20, 2022 • Daniella Valz Gen

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August 2022

on (be)longing

This week is the third anniversary of (be)longing and only now I feel I’ve properly stepped out of the hole.

Aug 28, 2022 • Daniella Valz Gen

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June 2022

A single laughing snake

Content Note: This text contains mentions of abuse and suicidal ideation.

Jun 23, 2022 • Daniella Valz Gen

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May 2022

worn and soft, brittle and shattered

Little ho(l)e prayers

May 20, 2022 • Daniella Valz Gen

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April 2022

Wildness and belongings

It’s Saturday morning, about 11am, I’m sitting at my new bureau with my freshly brewed coffee (I sense a piece on coffee snobbery coming up) and…

Apr 12, 2022 • Daniella Valz Gen

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