Pisces Season
Song of the Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry…
Song of the Wandering Aengus I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry…
In the lobby of a luxury lunar hotel we were serenaded and questioned by the metal men of past futures ready to embrace the city of dreams, the great horizon
Happy New Year! One of my annual traditions is making my New Year's collage. This year I made two, this one and the one I posted yesterday. <3
2017 was an amazing, surprising, magical year for me in all of its ugliness and beauty. I'm so excited to see what 2018 has in store. I wish everyone health,…
Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast…
My heart is like the sun, drowned in darkness, soaked with rain, beaten by the winds -Yosano Akiko (1878-1942)
Cicada shell: little did I know it was my life. -deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)
Orphic Hymn to Jupiter (translated by Thomas Taylor, 1792) O Jove much-honored, Jove supremely great, To thee our holy rites we consecrate, Our prayers and expiations, king divine, For all…
“In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t. Searching.” -Francesca Lia Block, Missing Angel Juan
"If you're an artist, you've got to know about anger without being restricted by it. In order to create, you've got to have energy; you've got to have clarity. You've…