a dictionary of spectral curiosities
Today, I wrote a poem about fairies, elves, mermaids, and nature, inspired by the amazing town I'm currently staying in. The View from the Nehaj Fortress One could almost believe that the elves went to war with the fairies here. The hills, bathing their feet in the sea are true testimony; there have been no …
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 …
Final NaPoWriMo poem of the year. So I thought of it as a kind of pair to the first poem I wrote at the start of NaPoWriMo, although that probably doesn't come across as such. I hope you enjoy it, regardless. (DAY 30) Nativity So adept at lying we turn our gazes on other people …
I know it's quite late for the daily poem, but my lack of access to an internet connection throughout the day must excuse me. (DAY 22) [Poem currently under submission and therefore unavailable for the moment.]
This time round, I started from today's NaPoWriMo prompt, but decided to narrow it down somewhat. So, instead of writing "a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses", as the original suggestion went, I focused on sound and hearing specifically. There was no complicated …
Today has been what I think of as a typical spring day, wavering between cloudy and rainy, and sunny and pleasant. Felt like the perfect setting to write a haiku, so I wrote... several. Five, to be precise. They're not connected by anything except the general theme - Â spring - but it kind of makes …
Today's poem was written in light of extreme sleep deprivation and what seemed like a never ending and therefore surreal hopping on and off cabs, coaches and planes. That says it all, I think, so here it goes. (DAY 5) Suspended Life It must have been like this in my mother's womb: a soft buzz …
It's been just about a year since I last posted something on this blog. Oddly enough - and that probably says something about me - I've made my comeback because of (thanks to?) the National Poetry Writing Month which I can't seem to be able to give a miss. Been too busy and preoccupied by …
Today's poem is dedicated to my mother, who unwittingly provided the inspiration for it. 🙂 [Poem currently under submission and therefore unavailable for the moment.]
On this, the twenty-fourth day of NaPoWriMo, I opted for another triolet (ABaAabAB) - must be the fault of all these Gothic texts I've been thinking about in my not-so-spare time. This House of Whispers In this house of whispers born and raised A gliding voice, I worship vastness In this house where hollow smiles …
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