Annie Blake

Updated: Feb 9

BIRDS

my eyes are the hollows they invert to make the sky i can feel the great unwinding of their bodies the great wildness in myself how soft their spoons must become to find the firmament and how they bone to roll it all away

 

Annie Blake is an Australian writer, thinker and researcher. She is a wife and mother of five children. She started school as an EAL student and was raised and, continues to live in a multicultural and industrial location in the West of Melbourne. Her main interests include psychoanalysis and metaphysics. She is currently focusing on in medias res and arthouse writing. She enjoys exploring symbology and the surreal/psychedelic nature of unconscious material. She is a member of the C G Jung Society of Melbourne and Existentialist Society in Melbourne. You can visit her on annieblakethegatherer.blogspot.com.au and Facebook.

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