New creative outlet
NeutralYou can see two of them here: [link]
The first two pix are one and the same, I just used two canvas boards for the cover and back.
The square book just has covered cardboard on the back.
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not persephonethe memory of loss
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untitled project part 4They went into Sir Henry’s study and lightly shut the door, but the draft pushed it back an inch. I knew it wasn’t becoming, but curiosity got the better of me -– again. “I thought we settled this matter,” said James. “Not quite,” replied his brother. “Though for the time being, you are determined to be unreasonable. I know, I know. We must help her. But for how long, James? And how do we know she is who she says she is?” “But she hasn’t said, has she? She lost her memory.” “Did she really? How can we be sure? For all we know, it could be a ploy.” &nuntitled project part 4
by ~nepasavaler
untitled sestinaWhen the evening turns to night, that dark velvet blue attenuating the fire in the sky, at that moment the screams stop. The children stop moving but for their ragged breaths. A soft silence sweetly kisses my face and dissolves into the air, neveruntitled sestina
leaving any trace behind, never lingering long enough. When it's dark, the flowers lower their heads, kiss the ground and find respite before the fire of the sun awakens them again. Ragged and still tired, they open their mouths and scream.
I can't bear to see the tulips scream at me, vivid red, blood red, th
by ~nepasavaler
untitled project 1-2-3They were all gathered inside. Warm. Unfettered by any troubles, any omen. Drinking whiskey by the fire, candles everywhere. How happy they seemed. It was that night that I came into their lives. ... I could feel the blood and water slipping on my skin, the sea salt burning the cuts on my arms and legs, the stones digging in my soles. It was dark and my eyelashes stuck together, but I could still see XXX (name of house to be determined). I could tell it was enormous. I trudged on, the stones giving way to thick blades of grass yielding to my feet. I stopped, frozen, under the willow tree. I could hear dogsuntitled project 1-2-3
by ~nepasavaler
TonguesIn the middle of aTongues
conversation, sometimes
the words will escape me.
They run off together like children to a playground and forget to come home.
They are happy and carefree, never missing me as I miss them.
At night, they might wanter off in dark alleys and get lost
and sometimes I come across them again by chance, gather them in my arms
and hope I never lose them again.
And other times, I forget ever having needed them
in the first place.
by ~nepasavaler
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