And Tall Goblets Of Petrichor, For We Who Devour Our Gods
to suffer the burden of seeing beauty in everything, the unquiet ache of knowing, the peerless stinging grief of beholding: the perfect polished wholeness of each unbreathing moment, every newfolded leaf or shifting shade of honeyed of honeyed greygold dappling decayed parchment of shed foliage masking lowtrodden paths between trees, Read more
Rachael Convery
Rachael Convery is a Classicist, Maker, and Scholar; follower of Sappho and Anne Carson; devotee of Beauty and the wildancient gods; seeker of the sacred and profane; lighter of candles upon the altars of the lost; daughter of savagedivine wolves; keeper of forgotten histories; lover of small, grand, and delicate things...
