Stars

We met with the Siberian man on the beach at dusk. The sea was almost invisible, melting into the darkening, violet haze. "Tell me, why are some fixed stars destructive?" I asked. "Well, these traditional astrologers of yours, they were not exactly serving a goddess, were they?" he replied, staring at the sky, waiting for … Continue reading Stars

Snow on Fire

I was on a night sea, in a narrow boat with the Siberian man. I saw a star shining bright on the horizon. "Is that Jupiter rising?" - I asked, but he didn't reply. "I wonder what I am supposed to do with myself. When I live in the outer world, I soon feel so … Continue reading Snow on Fire

Hybrid

And I asked: "What is it like, being a hybrid? Is it like being sick?" "No" she replied, "when you get sick, you had a "healthy" self that got somehow distorted by sickness. But I was born like this, it's not a distortion, it's my being. When you are one type of being or another, you have a home in the land of this or that. When you are a hybrid, like me, you live at the crossroads, your only home is your skin, not even that, because even that might be forever changing".

Fire and Water

I enjoyed watching the horses roaming about, they were beautiful, powerful and free. Then one of them slowed down and came towards us. We stood up. "Come" - said the skinless man, and we took the horse, and off we went, running with the rest of the herd, racing with the winds, on top of the oceans... it was thrilling, intoxicating.

The Man without Skin

Then I noticed red floss, like roots, pulsating. I was in my own body. I saw them grow and reach out through my skin, like golden threads, like a golden lace entwining around me... at the moment, however, it was all quite a mess... "it will sort out", the old woman said. The sensation reminded me of the time when I was pregnant and I could feel a new life growing inside me, but this new life right now was developing not within but around...

The Canoe

I was lying on my back, staring at the sky above me. I saw some spots of light shooting by, they looked like fireflies, except the bee who was flying very close to me. Then I realized they were not fireflies but stars, and that even though it felt like we were hardly moving at all, we were in fact gliding so fast the stars seemed to leave a trail on our breaths...