A two-foot tube of secrets. With a bunch of keys. 1 November 2011 3 Comments. A Charm Against Ye Knavish Trick-or-Treaters. Get ye hence, touch not this door,. Retrace thy steps, disturb no more. Our sweet repose at close of day. Thou art not welcome, go thy way.

July 2, 2015 by veritasxlogos. Her whiteness, illuminated by a motion sensor light. Stood out in the darkness. With all the fragility of a lighting bolt in the sky. Fit among the stars and moon. If not fit among the beach by day. She pined for the cold embrace. Unpreparedness, if not several champagne flutes,. To escape the buzzing well-lit hive. Carved into the cliff and the ability to. With a spot light at her back.

The Life of a Small Girl in a Big World. Wings beating in the wind above. Sun poking beneath grey billowing sheets. All wrapped up in subtle warmth. The long reach of an almost irrevocable winter. Finally ceased and let go into spring. There was so much darkness before, so much darkness. And I crouched in its safety, harboring myself from the harsh cold. The rains come in swells like pours from a garden bucket.