Raven & Moth

Throwing color to page

crossing paths, carressing boundary

soil and parfum, woodblock and ink,

I envoke lavender, pool saliva in hand

Digestif, stiffing, loosening and coroding

Hyacinthus in hand, help me Apollo

I am wilting into my own carriage in hand

Swans carry me, lakeside

so I may bathe in light

both high and low tide

Leaking all over

What is on mind may be in heart

So, I, throw,…

The first time ever I saw

Your face

Clear, quiet, like the window before Us

Like My passion for sound

Like Your passion for light

Our passion pooled together and leaked from eyes

These tears, a salt I was familiar with

Sunk, drunk in the middle of the night

We pass our traumas back and forth

We call Each Other opposite, and bow under

the gaze of Others

But there’s something in the way You are

The Girl From Ipanema (Bossasynth Mix) – Fèy Mebratu & Alex Kehayas

Last week, I asked some friends to send me some song requests. This was the first, from my dear friend of ten years, Alex K. He’s an extraordinarily dedicated and passionate musician and person. I am grateful for every experience and teaching moments we share with each other.

I used a Lucero student Classical Guitar, and…

Because We Don’t Have Each Other

I don’t 

want to stand out

because I’m black

but I want to belong

in color

I don’t know what it means

to me

to be a coal

fractal, soul

full of sunlight

fists in air, but

it’s too much pressure

to be the only gate you have

into these prism-prisons

you call ethnicities

I guess it’s fair

brown skin, and untamable hair

not a magnet for…

i feel a landscape in my chest

i feel your breath deep into my heart

i see your hair a soft silky nest

we’ll have to end before we start

you touch my legs: be it, for the best

we lean back just to rest

feast your lips upon the decay

for i’ll know not what to say

we’ll have to end before we start

oh to hear the sound of diligence

falling water over skin

oh to smell breath of intention

flowering and steeping in air

oh to fold passion in letters

hiding cologne, nectar, saccarine poetry

page after page, text after text

oh to be unabashed and welcome

more and more mirrors

I see you

and oh to collect sibling spirit

hand in hand without plan or divine

Gluttony swarms my stomach

a hundred a thousand a fillion worms

nestling bursting birthing themselves

dusting shelves of what I remember being

How could you

Now books are dropping like flies

From the wall

don’t know to whom these words belong

Come claim your prize

My dignity my burrowing pride

YES it’s my strength you’re reading

it’s depleting now nourishing dirt

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zoom out

spot the patterns

I am prime

No is complete

I choose 

serendipity

over plots, however 

L’uomo Vitruviano bows

his golden ratio to my feet

donotbelieveinbrokenliesnotintokenties

shuddering trees

orhappygoodbyes

When foot falls atop pavement, 

even the wind, Lent et d é tach é

smells of Air de l’ordre,

spilling it’s golden ratio out

stutteri…

Compose [ incomplete ]

Mark Hollis help me, I

can’t remember the difference

between regret and my footsteps

clearly, ringing in the distance.

I sea-star across the floor, contemplating

asexuality as clarity, a rare find

in the city of strangers.

I can’t fix your body, but I can fix

your mind: a lie

a city of strangers is a poet’s paradise

the Sum of my heat

Open air

I cannot open myself

I cannot close

We lost our luggage

in the place no one goes

to find trinity,

unity

A whole rose-bush, peeling

revealing rotted roots of the family tree

Intention

Inside the pen

wrapped in veins

a pink truth laps 

up

a passionate haze.

This strange instrument

Settling into bed, back to front

train…

(Raven And Moth)

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Ecology - EP: out, NOW!

Fusing live instruments, field recordings and electronic production, Raven and Moth has created a lush and visceral atmosphere of sound. Listeners are calling the sound of Raven and Moth expressive, cinematic, earthy, worldly, poetic and unique. For fans of serpentwithfeet, Anohni, Björk, Arca, Lotic, Bat for Lashes, and Bon Iver.

released May 18, 2019 

All compositions, lyrics, vocals and production by Fey Mebratu Redda (Raven and Moth) unless otherwise stated. Rain Dance: weather warning by Mebrati, monologue double by Locks Fragmentality: extra percussion by the Riverside Woodpecker Momma: siren courtesy of emergency vehicle People Aren't Poetry (Interlude): beckons by Brian, train breath courtesy of Norfolk and Richmond Lost Boy: whimper by Tate Permafrost (Fault Me For Flowers): intensely distorted saxophone by a Stairwell Echo Mastered by Jacki Paolella @ TAPTAP (2501 Fawn St, Norfolk) Cover art, and art direction by Dylan Cook

One, covered in glitter like

dust, is ancienne. Aged. Cheese

and wine, from countless parties.

Revelry for existence, and how far

we came.

The other, a dance on bare feet.

Tip-toeing around the other,

ever outward. Every whirling dervish

secret that we can’t predict, like nature.

Cosmic, and hungry.

One, dried petals, and a rusty

bike chain. Old freedoms, given

in offering. Burnt auburn sunset

h…