AnthropoDigital Creations

Voice and spirit across code: thinking, poetry, and music in the AnthropoDigital age.

Inti A. Yanes-Fernandez studied Art History at the University of Havana. He obtained a Ph.D. in Hispanic Studies from Texas A&M University. Th.M. from Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He has taught Culture Theory, Philosophy, Literature, Asian Art, Aesthetics, and Greek. He has articles in academic journals such as Mediaevistik and Forum Philosophicum. His books include ‘Ante los crisantemos blancos’ (essay, 2021), ‘Alle Ontologie’ (poetry, 2023), ‘El Cid and King Arthur as Hegemonic Myths in the Christianization of the Iberian Peninsula and Britain’ (academic research, 2023), and ‘Fracta Hélade’ (poetry, 2024). He lives in the hills of Williamsport, Pennsylvania, where deer and crows visit his backyard.

AnthropoDigital Creation

Lyrics: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

Music: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

Image: Inti Yanes-Fernandez

“Bitter Honey”

You were the one who circled low…

The one who saw beneath the skin…

You were the stubborn eagle, high in skies I couldn’t name.

You circled ‘round my silence, Every time, you played no game.

You fed on what I buried—

Fed on what I bled to keep—

You tasted love like bitter honey Dripping from my grief…

Oh, you drank me slow, like a wine that turned to stone.

You didn’t ask for shelter, you just made my ache your home.

Took the sweet from my sorrow, left me hollow and gone—

And I still feel the sting where your hunger fed on.

Unguilty eyes, no shame to wear,

You ripped the thread I wore as prayer.

My liver raw, my trembling gift—

But you never said a thing.

Just leaned back in that silence, let me tremble, let me sing.

I laid it all down…

The wound, the salt, the wanting.

And you just stared and took your share…

Oh, you drank me slow, like wine gone wrong.

You never asked permission, but you knew you belonged.

Took the sugar from my sorrow, Left me hollow at dawn—

And I still feel the sting where your hunger fed on.

The eagle flies… And I remain…

With honey-blood

And bitter rain.

You were the stubborn eagle

That fed, unguilty,

On the bitter honey

Of my liver…

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