Another New Blood post to share this month’s new pieces.
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My mother was the moon
If I were a spider and my mother was the moon Out came the sun and dried off her cocoon Underneath the water I would live and die too soon If […]
Read MoreNew Blood IX
Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.
Read MoreRequiescat
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow […] Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is […]
Read MoreJe vois de la lumière noire
This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words –
Read MoreÀ la Lune
The moon pours to the heart its white intimacy Of a vaporous dream where passes a beauty, And in the hollow paths where the freshness exhales Adds to the puddles some […]
Read MorePangur Bán
Each of us pursues his trade, I and Pangur my comrade, His whole fancy on the hunt, And mine for learning ardent. – VIIIth century anonymous Irish Monk (translation Frank O’Connor) […]
Read MoreIn Flesh & Blood
The angels sing in a choir of sleep that won’t quiet the Beast within It’s Midnight in the tower of black, it’s 3am and the witches are back again In the […]
Read MoreNew Blood VIII
These New Blood posts have became a tradition. A simple post to share the latest creations.
Read MorePulvis et umbra sumus
Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 –
Read MorePetroglyphs III
Heiðrún, the goat on the hall that stands, eateth off Læráth’s limbs; the crocks she fills with clearest mead, will that drink not e’er be drained. – Grímnismál 25 –
Read MorePetroglyphs II
On the Ash Tree Yggdrasil […] Harts there are also four, Which from its summit, Arch-necked, gnaw. Dâin and Dvalin, Duneyr and Durathrôr. – Grímnismál 33 –
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