Runaway, androgynist, shadow-puppeteer, Neverland refugee, nimbic love-child of Edie Sedgwick and Holden Caulfield. Enter the world of Piers this November 30th. Advertisements
Piers, the nimbic embodiment of all that there is, right now. New Romanticism in the air. Nocturne. It’s what clouds eat for breakfast.
Piers, at play, in the swingland of shadows and thinned veils.
Piers, cloud-crowned, reflectively slotted in her shadowlife. Nocturne on the horizon.
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: From that point forward Piers and Teresa hung out nearly every night, getting drunk and stoned and completing each other in various ways. An adverbially inflamed Teresa fell hard for Piers and loved her … Continue reading
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations: I think, the bottom line, Piers, is that one’s protector is or can become one’s destroyer. Angels are monsters in wait, same as monsters are angels awaiting transformative context. The two are one and to divide … Continue reading
Excerpt from Nocturne Variations When Piers was six she fell into a well. The well was abandoned and no longer had any water in it. If there would have been water in it, Piers would have drowned. Sometimes she’d imagine … Continue reading
An excerpt from Nocturne Variations: It is like closing your eyes and trying to connect the dots. This is what Piers is thinking as she sculpts fire onto the blondegirl’s breasts. Her hands work over the cotton-knit … Continue reading
