Tag: reclaiming

fullness by Irisanya

“Off in the twilight hung the low full moon, And all the women stood before it grave, As round an altar. Thus at holy times The Cretan damsels dance melodiously With delicate feet about the sacrifice, Trampling the tender bloom of the soft grass,” ~Sappho […]

coming home By irisanya

I remember her eyes. And the way that we connected. I don’t remember her name. I don’t know if I even asked. I don’t remember if we spoke. But I remember this: the feeling of home. It was 2008. I didn’t know a soul and there […]