O daughter of the womb—who is not afraid of the sky, of herself—you inspire me do/make something in response to your night walk naked in the forest. Ekphrastic motion, action, forest-knows-what. I’d taken a break from my WIP and there was your essay calling me to step closer to the real and mystic. Thank you.
I love that you write gorgeous poetry that takes my breath away, and also phrases like ‘moonlit meat bag’. ❤️
lololol this made my day
A holy madness. Why not?
“…just sitting on the floor of the shower, as one does, feeling sorry for myself as the water ran down my face”
SAD GIRL SUMMER. Hey Siri, play Summertime Sadness.
The floor of my shower is almost as good as my therapist’s office 🙃
O daughter of the womb—who is not afraid of the sky, of herself—you inspire me do/make something in response to your night walk naked in the forest. Ekphrastic motion, action, forest-knows-what. I’d taken a break from my WIP and there was your essay calling me to step closer to the real and mystic. Thank you.
This is so beautiful Sylvia. Thank you for the way you come full bodied to everything you read. It really inspires me to do the same.
Adore.
We still need to forage together
That would be a dream come true.
Beautiful - I feel like you've got that she-wolf effect nailed, no running required!