Poetry Set

Cherry

Anxious

So, crystals planted a garden, flaking and cracking from the work it took, becoming so dusty, pale and dirty that their garden grew upright, headed...

Because God Loves Gilles de Rais

Violin plays for the travelling motes, its even tempo breathing their random chance, sound reflecting back with visions like the sun's; who won't be...

Charnel House

Drift of green, a taste of shadow guiding past these limbs, those dancers, a settled scene an ageing peace, phosphorescent heaven and such weak knees...

Dancing.

As a dance, a ball, an empty room, no bodies; taking care of ourselves when its all in there and as it goes on you see and they see, splitting to a...