They flood to my mind.

I'm rambling with my mouth half open, stumbling with my eyes half awake and drowning in memories

Photography and words copyright by Shaena Mallett. Cant take credit for such brilliant holga work.

I had a dream about you.

You dug up a key and entered my house.

You ventured upstairs directly to my bedroom.

My heart begun to convulse, the shock was unbearable.

Your were filled with dismay.

It all went black

You must have carried me to the hospital

You must have waited for me to return

My eyes opened, a combination of monotonous tones.

You kissed my forehead.

I returned.

Never let me go back.

Photograph: Bryan Wingen

Words: Emme's Dream-caster

Colonel's Row

Viewing one of these performances would be so fascinating, it would take alot for it to leave your system. Perhaps i enjoy it due to Implied Violences 'manifesto': "Implied Violence makes plays that are not plays. We make theatre that may or may not be theatre. We generate pieces that are not rooted in an internal logic or a rigid structure that audiences may or may not understand. However, our work does not beg to be understood. We don't care to be understood, to understand is to lie."

Its disappointing that i cant get my hands on a full version of the performances,i would love to view them all as intended. The bystanders in this clip are so interesting to watch, so emotionless, even in the most violent part of the scene. I desperately want to witness one of these acts, and will try to do so when i travel.

Photos and Performances by C. Ryder Cooley and Implied Violence, respectively. Performed in old houses in Colonel's Row on Governor's Island as part of the New Island Festival. Thanks to Sucka Pants and Tom Seelie.

The Rooster and the Sun

The sun is always there i can depend on it,

Can't see the sun at night but i know its there

The sun keeps me warm and keeps me alive.

Why cant the sun stop the man from killing my daughter?

Why cant the sun end my brothers hunger?

But im thankful for all the sun has given me.

Words by Morgan Wright. Photography by Bryan