The centrifugal force of words washed over her, swirled around her, made her dizzy. ‘But that’s what shrinks do’, she figured, watching with increasing numbness as the man’s lips kept moving, making words that increasingly seemed to dissipate and dissolve […]
The Presence
You’re present here beside me you speak within my dream, you stir around me in the air like vapour in the steam Your voice I’ve known forever as much as I recall, and though I do not want you you […]
The Brightest Colours of the Setting Sun
The brightest colours of the setting sun come just before it disappears – do not expect to excel while you’re young; your lustre’s dimmed by vanity and fears.
New Poem: “Mimir’s Well”
Long ago, so long ago I can’t remember I made a deal with Mimer, the wise, I did so willingly, not knowing that everything comes at a price. My eye, however precious to me floated away, disappeared in the well […]