Grace Bol by Manolo Campion for Gravure Magazine
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
Digital Illustrations by Alexey Kurbatov
These works have inspired me so much, Alexey uses amazing skill to create beautiful and clever concepts.
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.