BLANK CANVASES

  Light can be ubiquitous, even in the darkness of youth but it’s not always lucid- sometimes it twists shadows into shapes that seem so much more sinister. Innocence is a bright spark that can be knocked down to stunted shadow by a thoughtless twist in the tale or a pedestal pitched at an imperfect […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; THE BLIND ASSASSIN

  A Short Horror Story. I don’t remember what happened before, no clue as to who I was, what I was, but afterwards, everything that happened afterwards is a completely different story, because when you open your eyes after death, you discover a whole other way of living. Tick tock, tick tock. There is darkness […]

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SUNSHINE AND SNOWFLAKES

  I climbed you today in downpours and falling snows, no snowflake ever the same, no footstep ever similar, I climbed you today in sunlight and stealing shadows, in strokes of paint splattered in your memory by artists as foreign as they are familiar, I paused upon your steps, your streets of steps, the steep […]

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HEMEROSCOPIUM

  I build sentences in the mind that had no existence before, a platform to ponder in a place that doesn’t exist, in truth, until it’s been told. I move through this hemeroscopium like an architect building a house into a home, unearthing light to contrast the shadow my thoughts have been confined in, a […]

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DELICATE DESIRES

  We dangle delicacies (far from looking delicate) to tempt the beasts to play ferocious for our pleasure, for our entertainment. We put money on the beast who can be more brutal than the bunch. We are intrigued by the beasts whose nature we’ve changed, caught and caged, who we’ve tempered and tamed in our […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

  There is art on walls, winding walls, in rooms on show with light, luscious light, and climate controls while she’s side-lined to the shadows to weep for the darkness that devours her skin, stuck like tar and trapped in stone, once tempered by an artist’s touch now off and absent, now long grown cold, […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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