76/2023
The land reclaims the flesh, and The seasons whirr like the mechanism Of an old clock, Her body jerks and stills When the young lovers do come. She devours them… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: #MastoPrompt
75/2023
At the beginning of spring, she Carefully divides her old lovers, Thawed first, into quarters, and Buries them under the roots of The enormous treees that circle Her clearing in… Continue Reading
74/2023
Every time she feels observed, she turns To be met by the same male glaze, The eyes fixed below her neck, below her navel, The male glaze, the merging of… Continue Reading
73/2023
The myopic wind Clatters around the trees, unable To find his way out. The goddess of wood, her long Hair in a pony tail, sleeps through The shrieking. He lashes… Continue Reading
72/2023
everywhere is what is past the edge of the universe nowhere is what is between us and that edge everything is what is through the gateway to everwhere nothing is… Continue Reading
71/2023
Hubris Before the fall, the gods were kind, Looked benignly at the way humans Tried to make sense of the invisible Order of things, how they at first Tried to… Continue Reading
70/2023
The cold wind of censorship sweeps Through the public service broadcasting Legend that was the BBC. State propaganda like in all those Countries it used to secretly beam Itself into… Continue Reading
69/2023
When I’m exhausted or hyperactive, All the darkest parts of my soul Form themselves into words of stories, Of imagined catastrophes or successes, Depending on interpretation, blood, Guts, excesses of… Continue Reading
67/2023
Yearning is a difficult word, so laden with Overwriting and its purple colour, It can’t be used For normal life. It’s an overbearing thing, Overused and empty of heft. Simple… Continue Reading
66/2023
The words in this final Therapy session Of this course; Torrential. The summing up of five Years of language And self-analysis Wrapped into fifty Minutes of monologue With the apt… Continue Reading