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Inside the candle, of waxing dripping braillethe moon was dark fading to grayon a winter's cold solsticelike a blind man's cursecensored by the mob because of my thirstwhispering to mum in death's tonguein her bed's crochet, of the devil's fescuetouc...
A cold shade of paleof midnight kisson your obsidian eyesthrough shadow's mistColorless night skylips quivering to pleaseclocks eerily chimewhile fingers teaseWith my tongue's stilettoto your lovely bonesraining down shadowsof moment's mementoHeels d...
The brine beds soaked- the sky was a gloomy basket of silvery ash- the wind announced the forthcoming of unknown bluster. Mother awry spat the sappy betel. Behind her was the panorama of our salt stocking ghetto. Something tickled beneath her skull....
John strode across the bustle of Piccadilly, the wide road alive with people even at this late hour. He was glad to turn his steps towards home and to disappear into the huddle of dark streets that was Soho. He felt more at ease here in the shadows t...
London, Spring 1816 He clearly remembered when he first became aware of a hint of unease; a sense of otherworldly darkness. Before then in his life, of course, he had moments of disquiet in terms of worry and fretting, but they were normal daylight c...
Fair Rose of all seasons; Long enamored of you, The sun searches the daytime Then searches anew, Vainly hoping to snare you In his gossamer light. The stars in their towers All relish the sight Of your dark eyes gleaming And the glint of your smile....
I thought they buried you in the snowLast winter-- but, pray, was that me?Curious, how I’ve nowhere to go,But pace the graves at half past three:Mysterious ‘tis, where goes my mindThese bleary days since I spied you last;It seems I’m cloistered from...
In a chamber suffused with emotion By the light of innumerable dawns, In a house betwixt forests and ocean, Where the briar rose bristles with thorns; There hangs her portrait in splendour, In mystic silence, forsaken, unknown, In lines both violent...
