Again

Rumbling thumps

‘F approaching drums

Dancing feet outside my walls

Stolen Water and The House of Slaughter

The night had sent the sun to sleep; and yet he took a stroll at ease

Upon a path the wise desist, and there she lives, with honey’d lips

Clad in strips she laid in wait, and for a prey to pass her way. Continue reading

Please find below the video project described in the last post.

‘Thank you’ to everyone who participated in it.

Sometimes all I want to do

Is run inside and hide

behind the veils of music

Or beneath the bedsheets

In the deathlike solace of sleep Continue reading