But what was that story now? No, really. The Bonfire There was a story about toys, and books, and the comfort of pajamas being thrown into the fire when the little boy got well again. It stomps through my memories sometimes, for no reason. I hear the teddy-bears and wooden soldiers crying as they burn, …
One for the Dreamers
On the Last Day Of the moon and sun only the myths are left; words fill the sky instead of light, and the clouds have turned the colour of well-fingered parchment. Today is the day when lies finally triumph, cardinally bound, set to trample reason. No more high seats for pragmatic action: the fire-birds have …
Hodie Mihi Cras Tibi
Finally, the skull! This grim little piece is dedicated to my friends who, I'm sure, will appreciate the joke. 🙂 As I am now, so shall you be unblessed, my failures stuck between my teeth, eyes wide and unfocused in numbness, the fires of my determination burning elsewhere, consuming me no longer, lighting my path …
A Postcard from the Wanderer
Today's is a postcard I bought on my first visit to Prague, and it shows a street from the old Prague ghetto. Ahasverus Prague is a weird city. I remember the puppets, the crowds, and feeling that the caryatids wanted to crush me with their wounded glory: "Embrace us! Embrace us!" And I was stunned, …
Still Life No Longer
Today I decided to enlist some help, so as to make the challenge a little more exciting: I presented my significant other with a selection of postcards and I asked him to choose one for me. Negotiating his way through various skull-featuring pictures (you'll see!), he finally settled on a reproduction of the painting The Poulterer's Shop …
Some call it “spring”
In honour of the Setsubun, and because today is not a good day for science. Intoxicated Heart I will wear my demon mask today and throw my dying love into your garden. The clouds will sing the psalms of demi-gods buried in palliative hospitals. And then again, my inner thighs will toast their blood streams …
Last one for now.
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 …
A Little Challenge
Today's poem is the result of a challenge. It was supposed to be a happy poem, so hopefully it manages to bring out a more cheerful mood. (DAY 29) Softer That day when the clouds had broken my wings you moulded hands out of the dirt on the sidewalk so huge and warm I thought …
Heroics
Two more days left... For now, a poetic distillation of my academic research. 🙂 (DAY 28) Hero It took many mirrors to finally show my knight in shining armour my reluctant hero but I saw eventually that she had always been there albeit hard to recognise with all the masks she put on all the …
Getting there…
It's almost the end of NaPoWriMo again, so I guess a sort of nostalgia is kicking in... (DAY 27) That Time It's that time of the year again when the sky cracks in two releasing its angels, when the walls put on a new coat of paint and call it even with the vestal forest. …
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