snake and fox 

  Like the tree standing in the winter frost, rustling off leaves, crusted and dry, shedding the old decayed fabric off my skin, licked up by the wind, food for the dust, breath of the spirits, who feel brave in the cold, visible     clear      force, stalking the seasons with different masks, … More snake and fox 


swollen with life we lay with our heads resting upon autumns slow decay an unstitched cushion of the forests dead skin gentle crunching under the weight of our skulls bone on earth from which we came dusty bare bodies covered in mud the Mothers elixir our eyes strolling up the trunk of the tree in … More swollenwithlife