Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors … Continue reading Isidora comes of age
Isidora’s Birth
Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.
Isidora Works 