inside the verdant undergrowth an industry of smaller gods gently begin the process of decay
Tag: fiction
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
sieve: through this bank of memories for uncertain versions of sky
clouds break at maddening intervals releasing the light of spring across the soaked lands
spring: a swallow dives low erasing the meadow’s existence with a clean sweep
what if the old stone was an elder god: first light peels back the layers
spreads gently the petals of a flower in bloom a spring bee’s hunger for the soma of the gods
