The sea was calling. As I stood on the edge of the world I imagined everything suddenly turning on it's side. The water below moved over the rocks like cells dividing, and the rocks sang warning to the sea to open her weary arms to me.
Your words fluttered. The black plumed edges fiercely laced, elegant and pernicious. Sacramental Time the devouring anathema and ever-sacred cure. Grant me strength.
I left my heart in a coffin made of webs where it grows wild and rapturous in fields of carmine. Though, I often miss the pain. The fruitful anguish of existing with a bellowing chest.
of my own shadow
over your chest
adorned in gold.
(Video still from “Monolith” – Filmed in Wollongong, New South Wales)
More to come soon.
The clouds have fallen,
nothing will grow from this dark shadow now
except the aluminium beetles with wings that glow green
filled with death
cage the words that flower my tongue.
beguiled with your marrow.
Tear from the jaw these
This silver-toned anaemia