body horror

in my body horror
i realize i cannot
put down those
electronic devices
now fused
into my soul

need
to find
my

obsidian

🩸

blade

wayfaring winter

quenched flames
is it age or reason?

a draught from a cauldron
a breath of the wild spring
solitary blackthorn stones
& center, always a center

there is dust on my duster
a drifter in something once black
but weathered now & greyed
admittedly frayed
battered & broken
my boots need mending
soul worn through & through

winter fells with their
skeleton crews
black against
the drifting snow
a lone fox night barking

overlooked valid

silence waiting
i know
she sits aside
doubt shed skin

ebon-feathered brush
kiss ripples
on wind flowing
my head

incantation cliffs

sky
sea stone
rap ta tap
pierced under pine
flint wrists
showerspark
flash crackle
night

three lines

three lines stain
my forehead blue
invisible you
but i witnessed
times like these
in dreams
thunder sparks
splinter memories
lightning up
nights electric
within the head

dusty old things

i lost belief
in anything
but the gods
the only things real

give me stone
dirt, moss and bark
give me tenebrae
give me steel

drift on

shouldered
age-worn backpack
mental baggage
trickling out
corner seam holes
dust & devils
:: let them fall

i'll mend the hole, later
when the memory lint
finally drops out

waking to a
drifter within
who can see
all the world
without taking
a tattered step
beyond
the room
in which he
sits

i'm going to trade
my name
for something more
sleepwalking
sleeptalking
&
drift on

severance of manner

my clatterbones on wind
carry my keening screaming
west and underground singing
through hallowed hills
and frenzy
her teeth tearing
my lipstick scarlet
to ribbon

we smiled audacity
in the blind crimson flames
of bridges fallen

Grab bag of disappointingly boring contents

I’ve been a little less productive here lately, as I have a couple of things on my plate that I’m working on. There is the aforementioned collaborative multimedia piece I am working on, which has three of the five episodic storytelling pieces completed (it takes me anywhere from 10-20 hours per 5-minute episode to engineer the sound and write music, depending on how creative I am feeling and how much tweaking the audio needs). That’s finally start progressing into video format, so I suspect it might actually appear sooner or later.

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go south

in the library of dreams
ghosts attempt
to hold back
southernly walks
in the pouring rain

a long way
to go still
shamefaced
i play their games
and ignore the calling
my fylgja caged

but tonight...?

Tag: alchemy

body horror

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wayfaring winter

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overlooked valid

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incantation cliffs

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three lines

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dusty old things

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drift on

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severance of manner

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Grab bag of disappointingly boring contents

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go south

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