A confession

Here is an apparently condemnable confession for a woman: I always, always, always do exactly what I want to do. It’s one of my defining characteristics – as unchanging and relentless as my regenerative strength and perceptive and intuitive nature. I take the lead and control my world. What does that imply? I can’t beContinue reading “A confession”

A poem: Velvet glove

An iron hand in a velvet glove, soft veils over roots unwavering- your core, honey-mouthed- your discourse, your silence.   Within, there is the hibernating alpha-serpent, awaiting resurrections- you bathe in the light of her uttered incantations.   You spot the red flags of the dark triad, you never wave white flags, for there’s noContinue reading “A poem: Velvet glove”

A poem: Reliquaire

J’ai une vaste collection de jolis cadavres dans le placard; Je les pêche en pagayant à travers les eaux les plus profondes de la vie; Je les nourris des morceaux de mon cerveau de loin, pour dépouiller leurs os du pouvoir. Ce rare reliquaire reste immergé dans l’inconscient intact, distant, aliéné à travers des étatsContinue reading “A poem: Reliquaire”

A poem: Snowdrop girl

Snowdrop girl, I can feel your presence in the first whispers of spring; I can hear your breath in the windy corners of life- it’s my favourite lullaby, it makes me cold sometimes- you could be cold sometimes, in a scintillating way that I never wished to oppose or even dared to question- my fearContinue reading “A poem: Snowdrop girl”