Tag: Birds

Mnemosyne

Her arm, a light porcelain, marbled with a series of veins and arteries. Sometimes she thinks she’s cold, a stone. She takes a sacred bath, a bit too warm for many, candles burning messages into her sweat, to see through the cold, if she…

Birdlike — Elan Mudrow Photography

They were birdlike and referred to their planet as the nest. (Timothy Lake, Oregon, July 2018) via Birdlike — Elan Mudrow Photography

About The Bird

I was invited to one of those huggy, huggy group meetings. You know, the type where everyone reveals inner lies about themselves, others, and the world around them. Well, we soon started picking out animal personalities for each other, which sucked, because someone else…

%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this:
%d bloggers like this: