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Tornado Child by Kwame Dawes
I am a tornado child.
I come like a swirl of black and darken up your day;
I whip it all into my womb, lift you and your things,
carry you to where you've never been, and maybe,
if I feel good, I might bring you back, all warm and scared,
heart humming wild like a bird after early sudden flight.
I am a tornado child.
I tremble at the elements. When thunder rolls my womb
trembles, remembering the tweak of contractions
that tightened to a wail when my mother pushed me out
into the black of a tornado night.
I am a tornado child,
you can tell us from far, by the crazy of our hair;
couldn't tame it if we tried. Even now I tie a bandanna
to silence the din of anarchy in these coir-thick plaits.
I am a tornado child
born in the whirl of clouds; the center crumbled,
then I came. My lovers know the blast of my chaotic giving;
they tremble at the whip of my supple thighs;
you cross me at your peril, I swallow light
when the warm of anger lashes me into a spin,
the pine trees bend to me swept in my gyrations.
I am a tornado child.
When the spirit takes my head, I hurtle into the vacuum
of white sheets billowing and paint a swirl of color,
streaked with my many songs.
The lovely Hoya Vine I have growing in my back yard <3 there’s always at least one cluster of buds at some different stage in the blooming process
IT LOOKS LIKE STAR ORIGAMI I WANT TEN
There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Bean Trees
“Fairy rings also occupy a prominent place in European folklore as the location of gateways into elfin kingdoms, or places where elves gather and dance. According to the folklore, a fairy ring appears when a fairy, pixie, or elf appears. It will disappear without trace in less than five days, but if an observer waits for the elf to return to the ring, he may be able to capture it." —Wikipedia
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Claire Brewster uses outdated maps and atlases to create beautiful sculptures I can’t stop staring at. Find her work shared on the blog today!
http://www.artisticmoods.com/claire-brewster/
Maybe everybody in the whole damn world is scared of each other.
John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men (via wordsnquotes)
Jacaranda Trees, Pretoria | South Africa (by Alfy Digital Photos)
As much as I feel sad, I think that not knowing is what really bothers me.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via wordsnquotes)
A 300-Foot Tunnel Excavated Through Walls Examines the Creative and Destructive Powers of Mankind
Desert Breath: A Monumental Land Art Installation in the Sahara Desert
i need to rip your name off my tongue; it no longer tastes sweet.
a.w.k.jones, salty (via perfect)
Although sometimes described as beautiful, the Dark Goddess Kali is said to be as gruesome as her deeds. By the looks of it, her deeds are frighteningly fierce.
“The Goddess Kali,” c. 1820, made in India
Tully!