Tag: fiction

walking the dark tunnel: the light at the end is just another unforgiving trap

relapse: into a somatic state of reading the unknown

deep noon: a bulbul appears just to query my soul

spring after dawn: the tea cup smoulders with the rage of the coming summer

old woodland: the mist changes the ambience but the danger remains the same

brief flashes of motion: dragonflies deliver death from above

between heaven and earth: bodies wade through the summer shallows

deep within the forest where the quiet stream has had centuries to shape the creek

even on calm days the sea carries a slow continual motion of current that grazes at and worships limbs without bias