Tag Archives: twilight
Veils thin, and purple, to reveal those between worlds– Do not be so sure. Advertisements
Trudging through fresh dusk, apparitions leave no prints– twilight becomes them.
The grayvoice, wrinkly in its soiled pucker and ancientnewness, heeded, and sung, to freight and hoist the downgoing adventure up, up, up into silvercoined spates of eventide, the furthest reaches so damned close to dreamcountry it hurts to fathom or … Continue reading
As a child I searched high and low for the right kind of magic to heal my mother’s pain never truly understanding how heavy the chains were nor how the forgers names etched in every link belonged to Legion claiming … Continue reading
Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading
Budding sorceress, basking in a siege of text– long shadows at dusk.
Gauging twilight’s depths, the poet draws blinds to dream– Hope, worn to silence.
Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?