Li Po was a famous Chinese poet in the 700's. While he traveled he wrote of the moon. When he comitted suicide it was said he was trying to embrace the moon's reflection in the water.Read More
It was curiosity that led me down the rabbit hole
I fell head over hind
Breathless and nothing to grab
I landed bruised and black in your red world
Awkward in my own skin
To be yours
The landscape baffled
Rivulets to rivers, white hills topped with rubies
An enchanted forrest thick with fur and secrets
Fonts of life and only nervous erratic guides
Drink me, eat me
Invitations to run mad
There was a woods once. I think. I remember small cottage with leaded glass and filtered light. Warm bread and smiles that bound. It was a different Forrest if soft animals with kind intent. I remember that forest even here where pine smells sharp as blood and the air dark with hunt and joy. Berries dark and red grow can make you sleep for a hundred years if you are not careful. Men hairier then beasts can make your blood pound faster then your steps. It is a different forest here on a path between homes. I will find warmth and safety when I arrive but not now. Not yet with the stain of berries on my lips and a still racing heart.
Story and illustration by Monica Michelle
I have been working on a series of illustrated fairytales. I am almost done with Alice. I used an old session from Golden Gate Park and ran my photos through the art app Brushstrokes and created the book cover using Moldiv. Would love feedback. Is it too busy?Read More
I am missing from you, or you are missing from me. I could be missing from me and that is why I miss you. The blank space. Left from the iris. You always noticed when I was gone.
I bear an unnatural dislike of light and the lark. It holds a cruelty in the way it slinks past casement and over your shoulder, rousing you from bed toward the cock that crows.
Without mercy it floods past curtains highlighting every space of the room that you are missing from.
For my part I wait in the corner and the shadow lifting blue and grays to my mouth and nose searching for your scent, your taste. Eyes watchful for the first sign of darkening, ears ready for the sound of your steps on the stair. Heart paused. Breath quick. I wait for the dark.
Photo and story Monica Michelle
A new fairytale written and illustrated by Monica Michelle. I used a photo I had taken in Venice and put it through the app Brushstroke. I took that into ProCreate and painted a vector then placed the vector of the princess on the castle background.Read More
Two or one? Numbers are not as steady as you had thought. She turns you see another limb. You would swear her eyes were blue. Four breasts, two. Nothing is certain but your own confusion.
Story and photo Monica Michelle
Model ELISA valentine
Love me you said with roses in your eyes and jewels spilling from your mouth. You spoke of everythings and forevers as if you knew them. Your hands were soft as they encircled my wrist. Infinity you whisper lodging a pearl into my ear. There, does that not look better you ask leaving a ruby scar in my hand. I wished to tell you I could only hear half of what you said. Your earnest wished left me half deaf. I opened my mouth and a snake slithered forward to answer for me. Your surprise and disgust showered us in riches. The snake was company enough so I kept my mouth shut.