Unspoken Knowledge

  There are things that we know that we never speak aloud, like secrets, but secrets have words, and words can be spoken. Not feelings, because feelings  can be unknown, formless and vagrant, and even when they are powerful, they are not knowledge.   No, there are things we know about ourselves, about others, about … Continue reading Unspoken Knowledge

True Black

I flicked off the light and blew out the candles, because I can only write to you from the dark.   Sunlight's too bright and stark filament fires burn away the meaning. Even these new compact LED's just wash out white, evaporating the words that sit in shadows.   I play in shades of grey … Continue reading True Black

We Live The Night Life

Let there forever be wonder in the night. Let us never cower from the dread of dark hands that clutch our hearts and minds and draw our bravery from us; for even in our terror we are intrepid.   We have inhabited the dark, the void of space, the immensity of Earth's deepest places. We … Continue reading We Live The Night Life

Lovers of Desolation

Lovers of desolation, in our hearts we yearn for obliteration. In our most lucid, hidden fantasies, we dance and fuck in cities razed by fire. In fields that once filled the mouths of nations, we couple in the dust, on dry, cracked earth. Quietly we await the apocalypse that will ravage all life, unmake the … Continue reading Lovers of Desolation

The Nothing

Seeming to drag on,  but it don't stop. No influence one way or another. Anxiety and ambition smothered, all the way from the top. In these uncertain moments, these dark and deadly days, any movement could be disaster; this is when doing nothing pays. No need to worry, or even feel sorry. The Nothing's so … Continue reading The Nothing

Bring it Back

These are the darkest hours, painful moments that drag on forever. The unused gift becomes the user's curse. The saddest smile on Earth. But it is addictive, this sweet negative. As the night wears on, thoughts border on suicide, all the time is mine on my side. Regretting nothing and everything, past/present/future - tortures my … Continue reading Bring it Back