We could always imagine… but we can’t. We can only breathe and rise. We react to elements, as our substances react to other substances. Sometimes..
The gleaner made a babushka’s silhouette on the hill as the sun rose, collecting yarrow in the first light when the oils were most potent,..
In a word or two, Sigyn must live. How can she wait to be seen by a God who sins?! In a word or two,..
There are days when this Earth breathes louder. Days when The Sun, sets on the East. O’clock days. Strange days. Days when structure our braids..
Unlove isn’t romantic. It is substantial. As you try to portray what it is not, you are lost and living under the vivid evocation of delusional landscapes. We mustn’t run away from what we feel. At least try to clarify what stands up and what falls. Hunt after a hunt. Victory after victory. Death after a death… We still climb new heights. Is it as cold up here as I always thought it was? I breathe. At long last, I need to breathe… To let go..
We are not in the Sun anymore. We excuse ourselves to be in-between realities, so we can escape what we are facing. Feathers and wine,..
(read part 1 here) (read part 2 here) When Vasilisa woke the next morning, she repeated the routine from the morning before—she watched out the..
(read part 1 here) But the clearing did not stay dark for long—for as soon as the sky turned to night, the eyes of all..
“I have been working with Baba Yaga for the last two years and, two nights ago, much like in the story, Baba Yaga gave me..
Death comes in cycles, as the Moon waves do. Death is not ordinary. The Hydra as the classic predator, the one with many heads meant..
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