flag + fallen + blank

flagging energy  - drifting eyelids, can't be a robot all the time. mind going clear, blank - slate wiped clean of thought, fallen asleep before dawn. chaotic mind, just this once at peace - calm, quiet; madness will return.

elixir (300)

widdershins, came the voice from behind me, somewhere to my right. i stirred, raising my head, murmuring the incantation slower than before. turn to the voice, i could not. i could not look to her, gage a reaction or try to read her expression. she was coaching me, this elixir normally beyond my skills. it had… Continue reading elixir (300)

Poetry 101 Rehab: The Temptress

i chase you. you tempt me summon me driving me mad with your absence. (i don't notice your presence) i chase you further seeking the presence i never notice. (take me with you bring me back) you are flighty, impulsive ruled by mischief. i imagine a sprite toying with lesser humans - or a vindictive… Continue reading Poetry 101 Rehab: The Temptress

a scattering

you scatter sleep in my eyes and pull the blankets up. bring me to sleep or sleep to me though i can't be sure which is which. colour in the nights with dreams or don't but those are the dullest nights. throw day over the world disappear into shadows and return later.

Word Crush Wednesday: Robert Frost

It's a Wednesday, which means I'm feeling a bit like this quote. You know how some days are just slow going, a bit lazy, a bit of Zeno's motion paradox? It's been like that today, what with the interview-that-wasn't, and so... I don't know. It's midweek and I'm still waiting to hear from two people… Continue reading Word Crush Wednesday: Robert Frost

the haunting

you're here even when you're not. tall dark shadow or a somber pale ghost, beckoning me. draw my attention to you entranced, i can't get away. and you're here, there or wait, maybe there or here. either way i remain trapped stuck fast by your scrutiny. and so it goes that sleep should be my… Continue reading the haunting

Don’t Come Here, Mr Sandman

Oh no. No no no. Not the Sandman.OK, now I've got that out the way... You see, in the E. T. A. Hoffmann novella the Sandman is a creepy guy who does these evil deeds. I won't go into detail lest anyone reading is eating because it's weird and spooky, but I guess you'd say… Continue reading Don’t Come Here, Mr Sandman

Surreal Nights

Some nights I'll be awake - take recent nights where it's been summery and too warm to sleep. At the same time it's unnervingly dark, so dark that I can't see my hand in front of me. Often, the neighbours will have outside lights on and a glimmer of the light filters into my room, into… Continue reading Surreal Nights

Not-So-Sweet Dreams

My dreams tend to the weird/scary and I don't generally remember them too well. One time I was maybe ten, and I dreamed of wolves. All around the perimeter of my house and the neighbour's house. Then last night: I was in a hotel-B'n'B type of place. In Italy. It was a bit shabby and… Continue reading Not-So-Sweet Dreams