Haibun: A Walk to the Precipice
My steps grow shorter. A cloak of snow longer than my imagination can muster weighs upon weary bones.
Read MoreA mixed-race Brit writing about a mix of things.
My steps grow shorter. A cloak of snow longer than my imagination can muster weighs upon weary bones.
Read MoreA weeping hydra its seed sowed; the revealing— snapdragons’ repose
Read MoreInto the void; where I am lead
Stands the sempiternal stone
Unsteady snow prints blood rushed away in white-out a wounded wolf’s wail
Read MoreYour forget-me-nots
a crowning bloom amidst stone
I still remember
To be one’s own gravedigger a tragedy never able to finish the job
Read MoreCerebral flagellations
shatter in three
first—a heart
your cry
then me
Smoke in their eyesA silver glint in the wineShe’s serving scallops, salad, and strychnineBittersweet platter of petite deceits The dinner party’s dead “What’s your poison?” Said Death’s-headAtramentous wings shed a decaying scent“Jealousy.”The Reaper fed
Read MorePanic stationsThe conductor’s missingAnd this train’s gone off the railsPupils in dilationNo light, just chemicalExhale Lost to temptationScrambled informationInhale A Bullet punctures the basionSanity’s cost of livingMental hangnailTorn offBreathing fails
Read MoreMórrígan wanderson hills once emeraldnow stained with kern Badb Catha’s murderopens the gateFéth fíada descendsand fae dance with old kingsto live evermorein the Other A bed of cloverboth tribute anda dead man’sshadow
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