There he rides, the harbinger of the hush that follows all becoming. Death, draped in patient wait, mounted upon a black steed whose hooves strike echoes from the very marrow of the world. Around him, the sky burns in its last convulsion, a conflagration of dying light, the earth’s own funeral pyre. Fire becomes cloud, … Continue reading The Death And Conflagration Within

I stand where my edges touch the other, a lip of flesh at the brink of unself. What is mine dissolves in a closeness that burns cold, a nearness no step can cross, a threshold that opens by swallowing. I give myself to what refuses ownership and feel a second pulse blooming under my ribs, … Continue reading The Infernal Grandeur