a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
You could be my child. I could hold you on my lap as another daughter painting circles on the velvet warmth of your back. small bone blades might sprout wings. in this brief nest rest till your blood labnehs. thick tangy salt. sun sprays light through the window. dust motes diamond your eyelashes. let me look at you. stroke your neck. help you release your throat of lament. imagine the wind as kind.