By The Bees, Thu 12 Jun 2014
There is a ball of fire, moving through the sky. There! There! There! We follow. We glide over the earth, searching, seeking. There! There! There! And there, a point of colour, vivid blue (although you would see it as red). There! There! There! Nectar. Sugar. Food. Food fit for a hiveful of bees. We open our mouths and carry. A mouthful of nectar, again and again and again. Precious cargo. Again and again and again, over and over and over. There! There! There! We fill the hive. We feed. And then, we build. Our home is made of us…. Read More
By The Bees, Thu 22 May 2014
We are split. We are separated. Divided. We go into the dark. There is a point of light, and another, and then darkness. We dance, vibrating. There is movement. There is new light. A new place. We scout. Day night day night day night day… The sky turns to nectar. Clouds of nectar. A universe of nectar. The sun arcs. We fly. We dance, vibrating, in darkness. Here it is here here here it is. New home. We tend. We rear. We grow.