Mia Taninaka: Sunrise, Moonrise

neshad: blossoms to stars

dancing in a forest of treasures, blue pixie dust dripping from my nose. I dress in giant bag lady clothes, tons of glitter and beautiful turquoise in my gypsy skirts and harem pants, I am always in tune with the nature around me, I am a moonchild, and my third eye is like my best friend. I collect dried mushrooms, Buddha figures, jade, and various crystals.  can we imaginarily hold hands and skip through the cosmos together and make daisies and sea horses grow out of our footprints?  that would be my sweetest fantasy. all of the flowers and sea creatures would float in the air like ghosts and play in the moonbeams, little seashell sparkles twinkling off of them.

Rebecca Artemisa

the mountain poem

dramatic escape from december

the church roof garden

the beekeeper prophecies 

la llorona and ghostmilk sad mama

demon hands

the boy with the most constellations

we discover the ghost machine

 wicked mountain

wounded bear and forest queen

birthday hymn

Tribal People in Deep Space

Footprints on the Mooon