Ghosts
Hibernation Station
by angeliska on January 21, 2008
She used to wear her hair like you except when she was sleeping, and then she’d weave it on a loom of smoke and gold and breathing. Escape by Amy Earles She is one of my favorite artists. All I (…)
The Last of Winter
by angeliska on March 7, 2007
So before the last shivering snarls of winter have retreated back into their icy caverns under the mountains, and spring unfurls her green ribbons, resplendent- I’d like to keep good on my promise to keep my days noted if not (…)
