I sweep cinnamon on hearth, drag rosebuds, lavender, black pepper in small circles on floorboards. Sprinkle salt and dried daisies, remember spring lilacs, cherish yellow ginkgo fans, blow kisses to spiders
Day: November 12, 2023
Poetry: Prayer in Ancient Egyptian
[Author’s Note: Spelled phonetically with translation afterward in parentheses.] Hotep Titi, anuk pau hem ek (I come in peace slowly, I am your servant) Eb
Art: Untitled #2
[Irina Tall (Novikova) is an artist, graphic artist, illustrator. She graduated from the State Academy of Slavic Cultures with a degree in art, and also
Fiction: Wax
Sometimes you don’t know the face of your lover. I didn’t. Just ghost caresses, phantom servants, a gauzy bed draped in silk where I spilled
Article: The November Self-Care Challenge
November is often seen as a time for celebrating prosperity and abundance, but it’s also the start of what many of us consider the “cozy