Archive

There is something so untapped and sacred lurking in the dark, which, when revealed, overwhelms my being human... "There you are, there...

by Michelle Duckworth What makes me, me? My heredity? my dark brown almond-shaped eyes? my raven-colored hair? my heart-shaped lips? my...

Death catches up with insomniacs quick Cathartic darkness overwhelms lucidity Abandoning delusions of the matrix world India ink stains...

some cosmic angel sending mixed signs my simple mind cannot decipher summoned me in hell and in hell i saw myself suffering from the sins...

by Judy Chicago The plane hovers in mid-air, revealing Metro Manila's abnormal-looking urban landscape. Proud skyscrapers stand as jagged...

Dictyostelium loners shown aggregating in a 3% agar substrate from Rossine et al 2020 I. Self The light reached out to a unicell floating...

...soul is the living-giving daemon who plays his elfin game above and below human existence. C. Jung Beef Ribs Longhorn, 1982...

Still from Almodóvar, All About My Mother, 1999 She was absent most times when the beating happened, denying her inability to protect me,...

Les fleurs saccagées by Marc Chagall, 1961 fire's redemption here in the liminal space of death and life there's a fire that burns and...

He took me to an old, cheap, and ramshackle-type motel along Aurora Blvd. I didn't complain. The smell of bleach and cockroaches reminded...