paper dreams
Creation by © Magnhild Kennedy, courtesy of the artist
unbroken
Creation by © Magnhild Kennedy, courtesy of the artist
An u n b r o k e n flame
flickers slow on crimson sands
waiting for the night.
pretty pictures
Creation by © Magnhild Kennedy, courtesy of the artist
The stillness blisters
unpainted p r e t t y pictures
destined to perish.
" " "
“Come sleep with me:
We won't make Love, Love will make us.”
― Julio Cortázar
as within
Shaded harmonies
of sweet anticipation
taunt her as w i t h i n.
traces
Alone; she t r a c e s
fine-drawn silhouettes in shapes
that feel familiar.
opaque
Opaque disquiet
scarred by stray, shallow whispers
tethers the dark night.
" " "
“But you were born to gentle dreams,”
― Giacomo Leopardi
impure
Painting by © David Deweerdt, courtesy of the artist
Dark, erosive lust
scars lost, abandoned stars with
i m p u r e tenderness.
arcane
Painting by © David Deweerdt, courtesy of the artist
She surrenders stark,
to a r c a n e shadows abloom
on raw, sacred ground.
worn
Painting by © David Deweerdt, courtesy of the artist
Delicate torments
perforate fallen remnants
of w o r n promises.
" " "
“So plant your own gardens and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.”
― Jorge Luis Borges
unseen
Guinevere Van Seenus by © Cass Bird | S: Heathermary Jackson | MUA: Romy Soleimani
Transcendent pleasures
tempt her from still horizons
in u n s e e n places.
sirens
Image by © Cass Bird for Self Service Spring Summer 2019
Blistered sentiments
singe the residues of dusk—
nearby s i r e n s sound.
untethered
Guinevere Van Seenus by © Cass Bird for i-D, Summer 2017 | S: Caroline Newell | MUA: Hannah Murray
U n t e t h e r e d rapture
assaults her senses sweetly;
silencing reason.
concrete love
Image by © Cass Bird for Self Service Spring Summer 2019
They await moonlight
in dark raspberry shadows
cast on c o n c r e t e love.
" " "
“Love? Be it man. Be it woman. It must be a wave you want to glide in on, give your body to it, give your laugh to it, give, when the gravelly sand takes you, your tears to the land. To love another is something like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.”
― Anne Sexton
jaded moonbeams
Drawing by © Aurore de La Morinerie from “Hommage à Alaïa” exhibition at Akio Nagasawa Gallery, Tokyo
She mourns fallen blooms
drowned slow in j a d e d moonbeams
waiting for the dawn.
strawberry haze
Drawing by © Aurore de La Morinerie from “Hommage à Alaïa” exhibition at Akio Nagasawa Gallery, Tokyo
A s t r a w b e r r y haze
benumbs her trembling lips—
his shadow lingers.
clandestine orbit
Drawing by © Aurore de La Morinerie from “Hommage à Alaïa” exhibition at Akio Nagasawa Gallery in Tokyo