Early morning pearls
weigh down the spider’s web.
A dying breath,
the merest touch
could bring this temple down.
What hidden part is Samson’s wish to be Delilah
and what is structural fault?
Here I dance.
Yes, here I dance with you,
singing these songs of praise.
My heart,
my body now
a silver spider web,
touched by Goddess dew.
Turned beautiful by you,
turned song because of you,
still I’m [...]
Each morning, after breakfast, he walked to the sea. She stayed behind, in bed, reeking of fish and distant waves, and a great forgetting. She lay in the dark, as under deep water.
He didn’t go out to sea anymore. His boat was now manned by the youngest son of his brother. In exchange he got [...]
The whole idea had always been that one first had to be killed in a reasonably gruesome way. One didn’t become a ghost just like that. If one hadn’t been drawn and quartered or publicly beheaded, one didn’t stand much of a chance.
Unfortunately - and like those horrible people who can’t sing but still do [...]
It’s always the light, a glow surrounding the island; the moon that falls on the water in elongated drops, like a broken, silver dark veil that slowly reaches for the coast and then moves back again with the vanishing waves. It’s in the whispering of floating trees and the shadows of the campfires that die [...]