FULL TRACKLIST

✶ Beatrice Deer – Katajjaniq (feat. Akinisie Sivuarapik) – Fox (self-released)
✶ DJ Absolutely Garden – Muddle Through Somehow – All Aglow (self-released)
✶ marine eyes – november air – morning will come (self-released)
✶ Ondelunghe – Broadcasting from Nowhere – Broadcasting from Nowhere (Facture/Fluid Audio)
✶ Grandbruit – L’obsession du retour – Mandeville (self-released)
✶ Angela Winter – AAASMR: Orb weavers
✶ Taylor Deupree & Zimoun – Deviation I – Wind Dynamic Organ, Deviations (12k)
✶ Grandbruit – Le sentier – Mandeville (self-released)
✶ Beatrice Deer – Pisiq (feat. Louisa Kulula) – Fox (self-released)
✶ Angela Winter – I Will Sing You One-O – Frost (self-released)
✶ Angela Winter – Fragmentary Blue – Frost (self-released)  

ALBUM LINKS

✶ https://beatricedeer.bandcamp.com/album/fox
✶ https://chuter.bandcamp.com/album/all-aglow
✶ https://marineeyes.bandcamp.com/album/morning-will-come
✶ https://facture.bandcamp.com/album/broadcasting-from-nowhere
✶ https://grandbruit.bandcamp.com/album/mandeville
✶ https://zimoun.bandcamp.com/album/wind-dynamic-organ-deviations
✶ https://angelawinter.bandcamp.com/album/frost    

INSPIRATION & WORKS CITED  

AAASMR: Orb weavers  

a snow of golden leaves  

luminous honeybees gathering pollen
from yawning pink mouths
of camellias, glossy and evergreen  

black butterfly aloft in the westerly wind,
shadowing moss, fading grasses, 
and a tiny moth, ash-grey wings fluttering  

goldfinches in their dun winter coats
perched atop seed-heads of swamp sunflowers
merrily ripping petals as they feed
sending blazes of gold swirling
into drifts of dead oak beneath  

and everywhere, spiders  

outside my window—
an orb weaver suspended on silken thread
bat-like 
waiting   

we are in the time of spiders  

we are in the time of release  

we are in the breath between
what was
and what is forming  

the spider spirals and spins
following a helixing algorithm
weaving a net for the evening’s hunt
growing larger by day  

last night, the light of the full moon
slipped the blackout curtains’ edge
I went to the window, half asleep, blinking,
moonlight on my face, the spider, her web of trophies  

gazing at the moon,
I remembered the first photos of Earth
shot by astonished astronauts who saw
how we’re all here floating
on this tiny sphere in space

suspended

waiting  

we are in the time of spiders  

in the time of release  

in the breath between what was
and what is forming

remember, we can shape it

may we shape it
as wisely as possible  

spiraling and spinning
following our helixing algorithms
orb weavers, all