Voyage….
February 21, 2015
Child of the poisonous wind…
February 21, 2015
A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time. I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the river on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me to light. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all time.
Ray Bradbury
Long After Midnight,
Flowers in her hair…
February 21, 2015
She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.
Arundhati Roy
The God of small things
