a dictionary of spectral curiosities
Okay, so I'm doing this now, before I get a chance to think better of it. I've joined NaPoWriMo for no good reason. I haven't had an exceptional day, so I might've been thinking that writing a crap poem a day might keep my mind off things... So here I am then... On a marathon …
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[Image by Kaatje Vermeire via Le Divan Fumoir Bohémien] Just a poem for today. Birthdays by Kalyiel Do the dead ever remember their birthdays, I wonder? Does the sleep and the darkness surcease for a moment To reveal a candle stuck anonymously in the pink white brown Icing of a one two three layered cake …
Based on Oscar Wilde's concept that "no artist desires to prove anything" and that "the artist can express everything", I decided to make a tiny and useless experiment (but Mr Wilde also says that "all art is quite useless"). So, extracted like so many teeth sporting disgusting cavities from a previous anti-narrative exercise, here comes …
I guess I'm just becoming oddly nostalgic, but I found this lying around in my virtual drawer, so I felt I had to post it, poor thing. It's an old-ish poem of mine, which I find I still enjoy. So Many Memories Ago Your arms go back so many memories ago, When the sky was …
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