Like a Frisbee, into the Lampblack Night
Ontogenesis I am cold, he said. Then wear me as a cape, she replied. And so he did, donning her, …
Ontogenesis I am cold, he said. Then wear me as a cape, she replied. And so he did, donning her, …
The Map His gaze traced the curve Of her concupiscent hip, Considering the swelling arc Of his own intentions as …
The Cloud Speaks on the Subject of ‘The Toll’ The terrible life events we must all endure at one time …
The below arrived a couple of days ago. Seven years since the Cloud first drifted into the blogosphere! It feels …
As many of you know Esme collects oddities. Sometimes damaged ( outer condition is a terrible way to judge worth), …
This poem was composed in 1802 for a merry party that used to meet each year at Goethe’s house, so …
If you found the wings story chewy, take a breath and suspend your belief (and suspenders in relief) yet further …
Scarfall For the eavesdroppers I forget. The strata of a small life missing some of its fossils. No big shakes. …
I recently read an article that was somewhat entertaining and so shall proceed to nick its theme and twist it …
My Rosie-roo being endearing as ever. (Possibly because of the butties in my hand)
Just under three weeks of it. There is some resemblance to the seven plagues with the virus, I was fully …
The virus has me, however I have avoided hospital (no skin on teeth left) and though still in a bad …
The accumulator calumniator: A spender in dark mottled splendour Which has coined a thousand phrases Drops — never has it …
Mine. Step in for a moment, The time it takes, The multiple seconds (Perhaps repeated, If you’re feeling generous Or …
Ensnared . . . she gradually slowed to an oscitant still Midst the streaming and teeming of crowds that did …