Dust & Snow

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

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

Time Thief.

Darkness beneath the trees; twilight falls slowly down to the mossy leaf strewn earth, while I wait hidden between the dark void of the sky, and the sharp eyes of my pursuers, I keep my breath low and patient, my gaze even and wary. Time crawls across my rifle barrel and drips from my lips. It… Continue reading Time Thief.

A Light

There is a light in your eyes; I can not explain its source. Perhaps you can; has there ever been a moment that held you in sway? When you scarce could bear to move lest you break the sweet spell of silence. What ever it was that triggered that spark of thought/feeling I do not… Continue reading A Light