There was a chapter left at the edge of your seat, where Mother Earth left the cages open and the blackbirds were finally free to see the mess they made, where the young folks wade, knee-deep in bliss as nightmares fade. There was a shattered mirror seven years and waiting for your sorrow to be […]
At some point throughout the night a tree fell across the path, blocking the gate out of the graveyard. It wasn’t there the night before and I didn’t hear it fall, even though I laid on a makeshift bed of leaves ten feet away. Perhaps it fell when I was led briefly through the dark to […]
He Who Loves Her So | 2•16 Artwork by, Elizabeth Levine Edgar sat and twisted his words on a writing desk, while he talked of blackbirds shaping before her in the sky and beneath the apple tree… Where she succumbed to his mystery and told of their lies. Some say he fell for a woman, […]
Blackbird. | Acrylic & Pen | 9•17 The symbolic meaning of the Raven in Native American lore describes the raven as a creature of metamorphosis, and symbolizes change & transformation. Raven Symbolism & Meaning – whatismyspiritanimal.com “When Raven as a spirit animal guide comes cawing loudly into your life, it marks a moment to pause […]
After a harrowing decade through abrupt awakening after awakening, being thrown in and out of the system, and quite literally skidding in sideways through hell and back, I’d like to report that I’m finally on the other end and doing very well these days. I have reached an equilibrium … a new personal potential and […]
Like the young, artistic and budding alcoholic that I was, I finally found my tribe amongst the inebriated ideals of the dreamers, the doers, the back breakers and shakers and makers, the misunderstood, the outcasts and odd balls, the black sheep and square pegs, the vibrant cheerleaders that always said what they meant with an eccentric flair, the thirsty souls and hungry minds, the saddle tramps and pioneers, the esoteric existentialists and flaming liberals, out-of-the-box thinkers and the daytime drinkers, the philosophers of form and function, the dirty birds and slick tongues, the captains of the subjective vs. objective, and the dj’s turning beats in the melting pot of our very own version of creative genius.
“Larimar, found only in the Dominican Republic, is a stone of “answers from the sea of consciousness,” which gives freedom from self-imposed limitations and a sense of peace in finding truth.” “Oh my fucking God!” I screamed with hand to heart as I tried desperately to keep it from leaping out of my chest. Grasping […]