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💗💗💗
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👄👄👄
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		<title>about</title>
				
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Come back to yourself.

	

	

Plucked Flowers is the ever-evolving, ever-expanding artistic practice of Britt(any) Gendron. 
With an open and present curiosity, Britt seeks to embark on journeys into her inner landscape and subconscious. Guided by a deeply-felt sacred awareness, these embodiment practices are intuitive and sensual.


	



Curious and want to connect, perhaps over a coffee or nature walk? Drop me a digital note:
SAY HI!&#38;nbsp;︎


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		<description>SHOP COMING SOON&#38;nbsp;

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		<title>playlists</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Jan 2024 04:14:12 +0000</pubDate>

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~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2025, 01. * l’être-pour-soi *&#38;nbsp; `*•~ [no shuffling]
ᴍᴍʜ! savoring the slowness, the constant state of becoming.
reaching for the bones of your life.


~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 12. [unstuck]&#38;nbsp; `*•~
&#38;nbsp;[no shuffling]
stilling of the sun. embracing darkness, a faith in the night.



~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 11. channeling rage&#38;nbsp; `*•~ [no shuffling]
vulnerability as power. deeply felt, as the season kisses the edges of leaves.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 10.  open hands /&#38;nbsp; `*•~ [no shuffling]
👻 
the intricate formation of shape. crisp air on your tongue; new beginnings at season close.



~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 09. { the sacred trap }&#38;nbsp; `*•~ [no shuffling]
🌀
poetic acts of courage. witnessing and being witnessed. catching on, into contagion.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 08. RE:trust&#38;nbsp; `*•~pt.2_
[no shuffling]
embodied, at the center. an extreme expression of the present moment. constantly in a state of vanishing. 




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 08. RE:shape&#38;nbsp; `*•~pt.1_
[no shuffling]🦋
feeling at peace, welcoming like angels. two different expressions, a new awareness.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 07. LYING LOW&#38;nbsp; `*•~ [no shuffling]
Following the will, of nature. Now, the only time. Outweighing desire, tending to the tracing of. 




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 06. cruise cruise cruise&#38;nbsp; `*•~pt.2_
[no shuffling]
multi-speed. swimming, across the water. tendrils trace the breeze.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 06. soon, soon enough&#38;nbsp; `*•~pt.1_[no shuffling]
Lilacs are browning. Heart beating in feet _The sound of something leaving.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 05. 353535&#38;nbsp; `*•~[no shuffling]
Pardon my lips. Blossoms open. Silky soft and gently pressed.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 04. renewal&#38;nbsp; `*•~[no shuffling]
slow and steady. inviting with intention. new, new, renew!




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 03. steady churning&#38;nbsp; `*•~[no shuffling]
trace along edges of memory, wingtips extended. outstretched, reaching inward. scoop out your guts and taste the sweetness oozing.




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 02. wear your heart&#38;nbsp; `*•~[no shuffling]
open and opening, to you. 




~•*`&#38;nbsp; 2024, 01. evolve, repeat.&#38;nbsp; `*•~[no shuffling]
color in your being, all the way through. peel back the longing of longing.




	



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		<title>poetry</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Aug 2024 19:00:30 +0000</pubDate>

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	｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟnibble
hello you,     and you and you and you
and you. i greet the other half, too. 

presented with a fork, i choose both paths. 
exploring symmetry, until there isn't. 

bumps protrude along your graceful limbs, 
reminders of life lived. soft, glowing skin disrupted
suddenly by a rigid patch of green-yellow flesh, 
the result of a sharp exposure to last week. 

i crave another taste, 
so i start at the beginning again. 

hello you,     and you and you and you
i pause...      and wrap my lips around you
before i greet the other half, too. 

firm, salty flesh arouses my taste buds. 
running my mouth along the familiar path, 
and then the other. my tongue leads, 
sensing the subtle patterning of soft hairs 
and matting the surface with saliva. 
flat and wide, wiggling side to side. 
up, up, and up again. 

symmetry, until i meet the slit between your legs. 
where it all began, and we begin again. 

up and over, through thick forests, 
deep into fields of lush spring blossoms.
happily, i lose myself. intoxicated in their scent. 

pressing my tongue into plush pink and rouge hues, 
nibbling and snacking on your flesh. 
somehow softer than before and tasty—
*Oh, how bittersweet!* 

my teeth sink in with ease. "much too much ease," I think to myself.
and yet, entirely too tasty, so i take another nibble. 
taming your flesh as it resists my bite after bite. 
oozing delights out the sides of my parted lips.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟfearfear, consuming.

thick, opaque, 
and smeared across 
the window—
from pane to pain.

a thick coat of primer, 
a new tenant arriving.
attempting to cover truths,
i lie from you. 

just beneath the surface, 
a peeling corner revealed.
curiously now, 
with thumb and forefinger outstretched.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟrotary phoneschaotic mind, 
a fertility space for creation;
creating from memories,
Oh, so bittersweet!

i heard your lover left you.
intently listening 
wet from tears pouring through
the spiraling cord twisting 
between callused fingers
along the ledge of porcelain 
vessels containing all of me
and none of you. * click *

tracing smooth edges, 
reaching for traction, yet
my body slips 
under into nothing.
 
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟsole to soulthe things you take with you.
yoga playists. breathe into breath. 

sunset smiles. dirt track, miles and miles. 
bones of harsh truths hidden, in the desert. 
a treasure to curiously seek. flowers, wild. 

dense rain floods collecting tears. 
there is no difference, this cathartic cleansing. 
expressing, *Oh!* so many fears. 

declarations of love, true and pure. 
howling at the impending darkness. 

How To: Heal Your Soul,
one small death at a time.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟblackberry jam
shears in hand. pruning the edges, 
a life of archaic ruins. freshly dead, 
mangled underbrush from last season—
a season of despair. 
dense bramble scrapes and gnaws
at my eager knuckles. 

silk gloves of softness—my weapon—
stained with dark juices. the remains, 
unworthy of grandma's blackberry jam. 

suddenly, acid green growth appears. 
catching my eye, the vibrant Rebirth. 

i weep for her quietly, tenderly.
 
 ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟpillars of saltsunsoaked                   in the sea
gentle breeze,             the scent of salt
and finding ease.        static noise, constant
lapping waves.            sweetness of leaves,
rolled and lit,               haze. the breeze
cooler now,                 numbing, 
the waves                   still waving. 

dense,                         rumbling heads move. 
overhead,                   they lurch.
 
encroaching,              teetering along the edge of shoreline. 
warm white sands,    the last bit of heat dissipates
as lighting flashes,    sharp in my periphery. 
two feet sink in,         weighted with choice.
anchoring                   my pounding chest.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟcuts
milky moonset tucked behind
lavender-gold clouds; sated and beaming.
 stillness all around, less the crisp morning
greeting my cheeks as clouds
of cigarette smoke rush away from her.

her smiling eyes illuminate in tandemas the sun rises in chorus. 

an easing of day lifts our already vibrating bodies,
contained and transported as we slip back into the city,
past the bird sanctuary, her first time. 
 




	 
	｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟhow to avoid erosioncallused hands grip 
the surface of my tender heart. 

soft, at first. 

at one glance, suddenly
gliding skin against mine.

my frame embraced, reinforced 
with hands. 

fingers, interlocked.
us, interare.

stacking limbs, joints aligned.
legs wrapped, nestled in safety.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟon moving grief
a surge of beauty 
involuntary, quiet bursts of joy.
the bliss of body connection
flows from within, spiraling. 
outward from inner Knowing
to fingertips to sitsbones
rising through an articulate flick
of the wrist. it guides my extension
from heartstrings reaching through 
nailbeds. a gesture of reclaimation.
｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟquietly visceralstrings of my heart 
tendriling towards 
your knuckles slide over mine, 
locking into place. nestled between
negative space.     gaps of strained 
affection, gently cascading to fill you
up, up, up. drowning me in emptiness.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟon awarenessto notice.  
  
it's a beautiful thing, the way we do—  
gesture—anything at all. &#38;nbsp;  
  
to see, and witness.  
to witness, and notice.  
to notice, and notice. &#38;nbsp;  
  
to understand, and deeply seek.
to seek truth, and find liberation.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ(first kiss)bending space time. 
daring and tender. 
slip my face inside
your bubble.  
the tip of my nose first,
musk and powder slides
along the edge of my nostrils, 
anchored with warm vanilla. 
bright and pink, my gaze greets you,
flushed freckles of rouge. 
warped edges at the horizon
this sphere holding us, 
suspended and buoyant. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟon blossomingpardon my lips, parted and dripping
heavy with sorrow. weighted and 
waiting for this to pass through. 
watching the wind whip, branches sway. 

a stormhead rumbling overhead
striking the earth ablaze. learning to sway, 
dancing between bright orange joy 
and complex darkness.

vivid chartruese spurts with spry curiosity, 
producing milky white buds, swaddled within. 
opening, opening, and opening 
to greet the richness of this moment.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟemergency contact
jawbone slack, mouth round and tongue sinking. 

tempted briefly by a delicate placement of your hand, 
catching salty orbs rolling along my cheekbone
and smearing beneath the ridges of your thumb pad. 

heart beating in feet now, pulsing 
and pumping through rich, red muscle. 
the sound of something leaving.
  

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthird time's a charm
clumsy crashes into earth, 
just let me let go. 

upper thigh marks 
turn memory into flesh. 

reminders of sips, the taste of 
sweet, sweet, and bittersweet. 

clover bedding plush and squishy—
my tender heart swells.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟeddies
stirred awake. one by one, 
the soft wings of your finger
pads greet my flesh. sliding along 
the ridge line of bicep, tracing 
into crevices, exploring in stride
with the slow, rising warmth 
of the morning sun; shimmering 
and soaked, our bodies press
together tightly into vibrating light. 
where we'll stay, swaying in the breeze 
on the tails of swirling energies.｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟheart handssmall gestures, bowing
close to the heart. 

swaying on the beat, beat, beating.
buoyant and bouncing. 
riding wholesome waves of inspiration.

(recentering)                  and then, 
coming back to you. 

sustained by love, dreams, 
and small things in between. 
 
 


	
 

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