a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
The night-blooming cereus
unfolds her petals on balmy evenings –
satin blossoms appear
from a dry, confining tangle.
Thorny stem, high-climbing,
the Queen of the Night ascends –
splendid scent grows as dusk deepens.
Her perfume rises, delights like a song,
majesty seen by the firmament’s eyes –
beauty and spine most needed
when times are darkest.