Stone soul who wonderingly gazes down on a tide of falsehoods, unfeeling stone who does not feel the deep winter’s cold that destroys the flesh, and sears the eyes. She sees the lights and the bustle of the city that never dies; yet not living herself; she only knows of dust and ashes rising from… Continue reading Dust & Snow
Category: Poetry
There are few things that can move as much as a well written poem. I love poetry, and I try to write poetry. These are my thoughts on the subject.
The Poetic Beauty Of Cœur De Pirate |La Beauté Poétique De Cœur De Pirate.
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Granular
Scratching granular across the page; ink attaching at the molecular layer to mush paper fibers, bleeding at the feathers into the next line. Dusty sharp pen scrawls push scent smells up and into my memories. Proust has nothing on mould, pens, papers and forget his damn madeleines. Candles flickering at the corners of the page, dim… Continue reading Granular
Oh Sea
Crashing salty wet brine leaping off cold wind on to my scorched face, twisting, crawling, trying to burrow deeper into my warm shell of a coat. My fingers are numb at the deep edges. Gulls want more, they scream at me to run in; to try and drown myself upon the soaked and scratched coral… Continue reading Oh Sea