One red bird morning too bright for melancholy all hard things fell away For several years, it has been my honor and privilege to observe, and enjoy, the daily postings of Phibby Venable from afar.…
Ana Mendieta Visionary Works “My art is grounded on the belief in one universal energy which runs through everything; from insect to man, from man to spectre, from spectre to plant, from plant to g…
Source: Visionary works of Ana Mendieta
A poem from Lori Gómez
Is this the ground
your feet tread upon?
Your molten mercury
spills its silver and
pours memory like death
upon this ant colony.
with all the plausible.
None of it matters.
Small mounds hide the tumulus
that life becomes. You may pull
your hair, and yank out your teeth,
but the roots remain. The muted
tongue will always seek the space
between the bites.
Post by @sonjabm.
Source: :: the making of time ::
Snake Crowned as the serpents In the Kingdom of the mind Often are. Where is the pyramid Of her body placed? A mnemonic device To navigate the reptilian brain. Bare it in mind Bare it in mi…
Source: Snake by Leonora Carrington
“. . . the wild birds shrieked .. .”