I am my beloved’s, and my beloved’s mine ~ Song of Songs, 6:3 Love is everything. It is not confined to a definition or a list. It is what gives life meaning. It is not an emotion, even though it feels so sweetly. It is often a verb because we need to...
another summer’s end, another end of a diaryand i still haven’t met youmaybe i’ll light two matchesand throw them in the moon water bowllike my great grand-mother once taught me towill they turn towards each other?or maybe i’ll dry my wild...
silver,as stillmoon waterin a serene cast iron teapot,as a ringunthought, undreamtclothedfrom the ineffable A little more: Today I was playing around with some black and white visual effects with an photo of mine from my beloved sea – ah, I love my sea! And for...
your bared moonlit handson my bared moonlit skinon my purest more sacred thoughtson my purest faithfulnessand i, a never-ending necklace of your slow kissing lipspausing only for a breathing spirit breathingprayer of your hands in the church of skinyou and i forever...
What happens when two worlds touch? They kiss. And we find that love is not only felt in the hearts, it is known by the hands also. Beauty and the Beast by Angela Barrett The Wild Marriage is a narrative often explored in folk, tale and myth. Animal bridegroom stories...
