Category Archives: Poetry
Terror I Know
The terror I know does not come from gore, not from killers or monsters with bone fingers or the slow, steady gait that will always catch a victim who is running through the woods. It does not come from skeletons … Continue reading
Within
There is this in within me, where I have tattooed black stars. They are where the in within me reaches out to come out, where I am feather and hollow bone. Where I am not as sturdy as I look, … Continue reading
In Keeping
By the eight faces of the midnight moon, by her ninth face which is blood, and her holy reach, which is unto the depths, I conjure thee. I give thee the gift of sight, which is fire, and I give … Continue reading
New Moon
When the moon calls us, when it gets under our skin and behind our eyes, all I can think of is its bright face, the sweet high bliss of it screamsinging inside me, buried somewhere so far below it is … Continue reading
Sensing Autumn
Seasons darken and come round again to this dark time, where the candles come out, and all round are spectres of the past, of what might have been, of cold drafts and dark thoughts and an inability to get and … Continue reading