Monthly Archives: August 2018

Nimbically Yours

Piers, the nimbic embodiment of all that there is, right now. New Romanticism in the air. Nocturne.  It’s what clouds eat for breakfast. Advertisements

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Swinger

Piers, at play, in the swingland of shadows and thinned veils.

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Wings and Prayers

“Armed with burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.”–Arthur Rimbaud Piers, rocking the morphlife, growing her wings. Nocturne rising. Pinkmilk dawn on its tender heels.

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What Dreams May Come

Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.    

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Uncover Girl

Full cover spread of Nocturne Variations, coming this November.

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Veils

Veils thin, and purple, to reveal those between worlds– Do not be so sure.

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Apparitional

Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them.

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Scarring

There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes.

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Hemingway in Mexico

Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.

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Hotel Story

Where she fell in love, a red-lettered memory of palms holding sun.

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