The Secret Glade

On the path that she was randomly and aimlessly taking down the green hills and in between the blue and white hyacinths there was a river. She stood there in the middle of the glade which was located somewhere she was not familiar with, her eyes tried to encompass everything as she gasped; the kind... Continue Reading →

To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you've held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when... Continue Reading →

Nabokov’s Letters to Vera

Vera, was the wife of one of my favorite writers to ever exist; Vladimir Nabokov. She was also his editor, assistant and secretary, as well as a source of inspiration of many of his literary works. With Vera by his side supporting his work, Nabokov published 18 novels between 1926 and 1974 (both in Russian... Continue Reading →

A lover, a Healer, and Such Things

Alone, in her far off home of greens and hues of red and purple flowers, she would reminisce about her life and ask herself how much her heart loved people, and if it was ever worth it to feel anything otherwise. She believed in death and rebirth many times in one lifetime; she would look... Continue Reading →

Private Moon

Russian artist Leonid Tishkov can't seem to go anywhere without a human-sized crescent moon by his side. the artist can usually be found with his lunar travel mate in tow, lounging on rooftops or dangling off the edge of a boat in scenes that take us back to our favorite childhood books. Tishkov's most recent... Continue Reading →

In your light I learn how to love In your beauty, how to make poems You dance inside my chest where no one sees you but sometimes I do and that sight becomes this art -Rumi

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