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...
a lantern, solitarylike a fox returning to her den there is time for quietness& there is time for loving i know you understand shy winds tried to keep my dresson skin follow the scent tonight i’ll make a showof full moon wet leaves wrap around the...
“and when i breathe you in, i know you know” ~ The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva Like all else in life and in ourselves, within and without, love too has two aspects of itself: the masculine and the feminine. The masculine aspect of love is the...
i write his name on the inside of my dress until i forget my own tongue no symbol, no animal omen his name is my whole body red ribbons are too quick and tight to be undone wild roses too will surrender their frail bodies to the poseidon waters stars turned in and...
Love’s only destiny is to fulfill itself, and it always will, and it always does. “It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse. It is unimaginative, flat, dry and likely to consist of...
