exit stage: the body disintegrates gently pulled apart as curtains of mist
Tag: fiction
what do I make of the conversation between the wheelbarrow and the unkempt field
the sound of each footfall thunders in the fading quiet
the silence here is shaped by: weather, animals and the eccentricities of the land
inspector crows rally and hop across rooftops with a seriousness to match
inside the verdant undergrowth an industry of smaller gods gently begin the process of decay
a labour of love: how quietly the stream carries worlds and souls to the otherside
blue hour: with ceremonial stiffness pale hands draw the blade
fallen: fruit forbidden sweetens the scorched earth beneath it
every living thing lowers its voice: the silence of night is mutual
