What is the surface sound of love? How do the roof of lake and moonlight mingle? What is urge to touch soft skin, a young mole mountain fill of breast and what is certain knowledge, that your life will never be the same, an empty hush of grave, without her? What is the surface sound [...]
Another winter’s almost gone. At last, the ghosts of spring are getting restless; wood of winter coffins tears and breaks; hopeful, hungry tendrils push through mud and lime of leaves. One ritual awaits, as old as time itself: young blood that must be spilled, to teach the buried ghosts of spring, how to breathe again, [...]
Dew clings to cobweb silk: an elfin trampoline, where spider dreams come close to truth, come close to hunger, feeding on the microscopic details of all epic endings. Here is beauty, hunger beauty: dawn’s early light in mystic glowing; the forest and these heartbeat seconds, wild and ever dying, ever greedy. But then, through lashes [...]
Love is not enough and hope will never do. We know all stories end with death: a pale and grinning horse, that has no time for prince or maiden. We know all that – and yet we tell our stories, keeping night at bay. We are so brave and tempest-tost; we spit into the face [...]
There are no words without wounds to colour the blood and the healing; the heart that grows stronger with breaking at times – so much stronger in love and in knowing that pain and these wounds and these words, that describe and can’t live in these colours of hurt, are a function of love and [...]