work by candlelight. the night is too dark, too long to justify startling neon electricity. head bent over work, inches from the flame: the flame grows taller, longer. the wax burns down, and work-time is complete.
walking through the night streetlights glow through thin curtains - wind echoes a song. a ghost walks on soft feet, treading by candlelight: wisps of smoke follow. mirror in a dark room - there stands a shadow. she looks like she knows me.
walking through the city: it's six a.m. on a chill winter day. fog abounds, i can't see more than thirty metres down the road. isolated - it's a public holiday. the cold brushes over me ignoring my fashionable jacket. the sky remains violet as one car swooshes past. gone, into the fog. disappearing in a… Continue reading NaPoWriMo 20 (fog)
hazy evening draws closer over horizons; sky pale blue and gray. ----- glaring neon-bright from electronics, constant form of stimuli. ----- fabric drawn, soft and shielding as the candle flame burns on down - and out.
if you watch carefully, all the signs of the impending storm are there - you just have to be around, watching to see them form. first, clear turns to gray - midnight navy melts into deep dark black, immeasurable. second, the gray darkens: pale gray on the first day becomes charcoal by the third. it's all the same, always… Continue reading storm warning (150)
manipulating; light twisted, wrapped around an item like a gift. ----- watch them lengthen and drink the light: biting with fangs too old to go dull. ----- curled around you like a friend; they know how to hide insidious depths.
i rely on the dark. it is an elixir, a serum the better to tell truths. witness once every twenty-four hours and hide to reveal new things. one by one details come to the dark. strip away the dark and layer up the light bring back the fake. honesty by light - it's too much, too… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: Dark
It's dark. I jolt awake at 3am, car alarm two houses down blaring. Glowing white numbers tell me I should go back to sleep. My sight is obscured by the darkness Of the late hour, And my senses are heightened. The blankets feel comforting, A solid weight. My fingers feel warm, lacking The usual icy… Continue reading Weightless
Operating under the cover of darkness. Darkness supplies me with an Invisibility cloak, one that I Gladly wear. The darkness brings an anonymity that Day can’t offer. Darkness is transformative: a bedroom Becomes a cave, silent and mysterious. Wearing such a cloak, in such settings, Allows anything to happen. Tonight, it is not any random… Continue reading Cover of Darkness