To be labeled as a new arrival,in maternity wards, at baggage claims, a shop’s window display,softly pink and weary travels and small paper tags.To be born, to be delivered, to be bought and to be sold. Or perhaps it’s a Christmas gift wrapped in shiny red paperand safely tucked under an aluminum tree.Another trinket, another … Continue reading (New) Arrival(s)
April 22 : Earth
Little blue dot, so small and pale. A freckle on the shoulder of the Universe. Soil, handfuls of dirt so dark and damp. Six foot blanket of Goodbye. Mother, life-bringer and nurturer. She wears no crown but she is Queen.
April 1 : Welcome
It's said that the circumstances of birth-- the day, the music, the time, even the particular position of the stars far above our heads, leave fingerprints on our newly blossomed souls. When we open our mouths to gulp that first taste of air-- so sterile and electric, Leto swaddles us in a blanket woven by … Continue reading April 1 : Welcome