Tag Archives: Blue
Heaven-rent pillow, to have, to hold, to protect– Fall wind blowing cold. Advertisements
Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?
By intent of wraith, shadow capes fullest fathoms– Sentenced to dreaming.
Winter’s privilege, to see inside a snowflake– faeries passage home.
Crepuscular dames hoarding rain in barrowed hearts– magic’s brooding vein.
My uncle was a full blown junkie. He was rail-thin, a mongrel with no bite. I liked hanging out with him. He had a sweetness and gentleness to him. He was a soft whisper whereas my father was a volcanic … Continue reading
Yellow is the color of my sad, how it runs. Some think it is blue but it is not. Blue is the common choice for color/me/sad, the popular one (how moods get typecast), but yellow is much sadder than blue, … Continue reading
In this lighted instance, a storm-watch of gold bearing the heft of silence and time, slowed. Blue shoulders the collapse of heaven, it is the Atlas underlay, the muscle cloud formation. When the painter dies, this tindered vault will inherit … Continue reading
It’s in the eyes. A hard crystal blue, lovely and liquid, charged by a hidden fever wired to the source and its tangled roots. Ancient autumn tree stripped of its skin, nesting psychic lesions that no one can see; at … Continue reading