1985
It was summer when I first believed in magic. The days stretched into endless adventures, opening like precious shells onto blazing pavements, treasures sprouting from each ray of light. When it got too… Continue reading
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RIP Words
Love is a silent echo Disembodied by the wind Steal my eyes so I may not read Slay my hands so I may not write Words will only torture me As in them… Continue reading
Lucid Dreams
When I was eight I rode my bike through labyrinths, willing adventure to pull me in and take me to imagined worlds. My sisters and I devoured books like chocolate and our bedroom… Continue reading
The Horror at Hallows Cross
On a cold day in early October, two young women arrived to the village of Hallows Cross. They had become tired of the gypsy lifestyle, of the constant travelling and decided to settle… Continue reading
Fictional Love Letters #1 – Beth to Michael (The Curse of Withering Moor)
Dear Michael, No words can properly express or convey my inner most feelings, the impact and passion you have affected upon my heart, my soul. My dearest, my love, I exist in torture… Continue reading
The Ballad of Willow Black
It was winter when I found myself alone in the world. Stolen from one life and weaved into a dark dream, I watched from the large oak everything I knew be destroyed. … Continue reading
Soonari
*** image by Rachel Badeau
Are You Dead Like Me?
I travelled through the universe, beat in time with everything I floated inside galaxies, became them in heart, in truth The stars were my pulse, my soul, and they soothed my yearnings Gravity… Continue reading
Somewhere, in Time
Somewhere, in time You were me and I was you A single sculpture, made from limbs entwined We danced over the sun, the moon, the world Somewhere, in time We created mountains… Continue reading
The Maze
I wandered through an endless maze, chasing silver and gold moon beams and as they fell, knocked me over I wrapped my legs around the moment then the fragments morphed and departed… Continue reading