Moving Towards the End of the Year

Angular boned branches are bare except for the sheen of random smears of moss and ivy. They scratch at a sky opaque and goose-feather grey. Goblin faces gurn and leer from the trunk of the freshly pollarded willow trunk, their silent roar lost on a windy wave. Scattered birds rearrange themselves on telephone wires, notes […]

Lady Disdain

The year is old and so is the moon, a full cold and haughty moon, a turning of the tides moon. Aloof and frigid, she knows no humidity, she is dry and dusty, her atmosphere musty. But her breath is frosty, her eyes are full of ice and her crown of stars is sharp as […]