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New Blood X

Another New Blood post to share this month’s new pieces.

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 […]

New Blood IX

Another New Blood post to share the latest creations.

Requiescat

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 […]

Je vois de la lumière noire

This is the battle between day and night… I see black light. – Victor Hugo’s last words –

À 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 […]

Pangur 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) […]

In 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 […]

New Blood VIII

These New Blood posts have became a tradition. A simple post to share the latest creations.

Pulvis et umbra sumus

Pulvis et umbra sumus (We are but dust and shadow) – Horace – Book IV, ode VI, v. 16 –

Petroglyphs 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 –

Petroglyphs 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 –