a dictionary of spectral curiosities
Found these two lovely photo-postcards at a flea market in Italy. Judging from the clothing style and the automobile, I'd date them to the early 20th century, possibly the 1920s, but please do correct me if I'm wrong. They were displayed together with other photo-postcards in which various people from the group photo also …
This is a short and (for me) experimental piece, mixing fiction and non-fiction. I haven't written much creatively in a long while, and this baby just wanted out, so here I am, unleashing it upon the world. Constructive feedback and thoughts are always appreciated. (Full piece after the cut!) ¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬.¬ There are days when the …
First, a disclaimer: I am not going to talk about hoarding as a clinical condition, since I'm not qualified to tackle medical issues. What I mean when I say "hoarding" is the opposite of "minimalist living", which has become so popular of late and is often cited as a kind of mantra. Either implicitly or explicitly …
I haven't updated this blog in such a long time, but I guess life and work have a habit of getting in the way. Well, this weekend I've finally done something properly new that broke the monotony of habit, and now I'm itching to write about it. I went to a taxidermy workshop. That's right, taxidermy, where you …
The Pyromaniac and the Salamander You burn me. They say if you die in flames, your shadow burns with you and so you may not enter heaven. I am heaven. I burn you because I am incandescent, in me you have your greatest wishes fulfilled. Desire scorches but it does not crease the soul. You …
Had lots of fun coming up with a riddle for day thirteen of NaPoWriMo! I won't give out the answer straight away though! So read it and leave me your guesses in the comments! ;( Riddle Me This Hunt me, chop me, boil me, fry me, to summon good fortune you must kill my rush. …
Hopefully, this will be the last time when I have to make up for one "skipped" day in the NaPoWriMo scheme. For yesterday's poem in Sapphics, a sequence inspired by this rather uncanny 1951 New Yorker cover: Stage Fright With a jump, the monster was there, beside her: in their seats, the viewers were dancing …
Finally, the inevitable happened: I skipped a day. Which, considering it was the first time in 39 days consecutive days of writing a poem on a postcard a day, it's not too bad. I am, however, making up for the blip today, with both a calligram for day nine of NaPoWriMo, and an abecedarian poem …
Buy and Sell Gold trappings to keep the congress of our masks in place - one only puts so much wealth into heartbreak as one can afford to lose. Behind the treasure, little dark slits mark the uselessness of looking, and noticing. Like indigenous puppets, whose bare eye sockets exorcise misfortune, so we place our …
For day six of NaPoWriMo, of course. Morning Birds I could have chosen to close my eyes against the budding sun, to plunge back into the sedate chaos of improbabilities fuelled by your nest-like warmth. But I could not ignore the expectant taps if your heart, so clearly audible with only the thin calls of …
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