

SibylISibyl
The desert lapsed indulgent of monsoons blooming prickly pears, thorns upon thorns, apsidal angles of Jupiter and chuparosa lately open. The sagebrush leveled painting the hardened clay from natural red to scents of blown pollen. Three who


A March AfternoonLight propagates across white walls, resident space, and empty atmosphere of a March afternoon. In 30 million meters shes a second away; fluorescent, all absorption and reemission of intangible soft white.A March Afternoon
Shes framed in mahogany, faded gold once painted
but now dust in her eyes. A fraction of her bleeds through: evanescent because shes critical, all frustrated reflection.
She turns in winds of dark halos, holding
together strands of justice
and sedition, her eyes
now patterned interference. Let there


OuroborosThe evidence of what is unseen. Yet I have seen, the light refracted and distorted, incident upon the blind. I was there. Blessed are the poor in spirit.Ouroboros
I tended the lamb, a coverlet of shorn wool forming a tenuous shroud, (blessed are they who mourn) a setting sun shining through the Empyrean Rose, the Last Judgement stained in San Chappell. Behold the Father, Son, and Spirit. He said bring light to dark places:
Rwanda and smoke, snaking the wind. Decay rots the mud, flesh burns cleaner. Ash was bone. My hands were lifted. &nb


The Fog of FerraraI.The Fog of Ferrara
It was a Thursday morning, we
were gathered in the fog, careful of our steps and of our language. We walked through that window of enveloped stone, wispy fog 5 and an old man walking slow. You asked him, Come si chiama quella chiesa là? Smiling he replied, A me è il Duomo. We all gazed through that mighty fog huddled 10 in jackets, strangers standing.
II. Nebbia, Ricardo had said. Come sempre nellinverno. I stood looking at a school
house without
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my digital art: ~edera-ladygoth | my photography: =the-eyes-of-edera | Edera on myspace | Domina Noctis
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my photo: =the-eyes-of-edera - my manips: ~edera-ladygoth - my band Domina Noctis: [link] - my myspace: [link]
Thanks a lot for the fave
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(..sorry, just a David Eddings fan... )
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"Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end."
-Madame de Stael (Corinne)
Peace out!
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It went west...
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I am different. I will not change. You are normal. You are Jealous.
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i coulda screamed without a sound
for appreciating what I do
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
www.jessicarhoades.net `ArtistsForCharity =resurgere
I should of known you were a Deviant artist though... your insight is definitely one I noticed even in BTB. I'll be watching
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