The way the wax makes love to the wane: this is the faithfulness you are held with.
Tell them you’ve come to get your drum back.
The sacred excavation of helixed antiquity and brand-newness.
Infinity wants nothing so much as to fit its limitless rampant vastness into the littlest of spaces.
Elizabeth Kirshner·15 min read
Womanhood, and my struggle to contend with its many definitions and impressions on my life. Honest reflections on girlhood and growth, and the revolution of the sacred feminine.
One last contraction, push.
She, who is fearless, who walks out of the wilderness feral-shouldered and unbroken.
I am the keeper of the house of secrets.
Rachel Kann·2 min read
If there's one thing I love, it's sweet-talking plants. Tu B'Shvat Sameach!
Even the breeze who incessantly sweet-talks the rose knows she was born thorned for good reason.