Flourishing

Beyond the castle walls the kingdom flourishes, while old Quixote simmers within, no freedom to seek out maidens or threaten windmills with his lance. Even Sancho, a redundant serf, has given up, his pot belly ever swelling with undigested food and unspoken proverbs. Inside the castle, the air stagnates with heroes’ breath, while outside nature […]

Without Lips

The fabric’s stale and hot with breath, slightly damp and beginning to chafe, but alluring with its pattern of pink, full-petalled and sensitive to touch. The eyes do it, dark depths above the matching mask. In a moment of pandemic madness they come together, flower on flower, blossom into a kiss without lips, and he […]