October 2011
1 post
September 2011
1 post
August 2011
7 posts
I constructed a poppet to charm you, and to have my wicked way, but even the clay refused to yield to my desire. I formed your image but as it dried, the doll started to crumble. Horrified, I rushed for water, bathing the decaying remains within the chalice, pushing the arms back into the crude sockets, and opening the eyes once more with a careful scrape of my fingernail. I commanded that you...
I’m claiming my power.
The Page of Wands, The Empress, The Nine of Swords
I’m sorry officer, we were playing, and well, the knife just slipped through his spine. I saved you the trouble of drawing a white line round him - I made it all join up with my hopscotch grid.
It splits my brow and blinds my eyes, little men live inside my skull and they are mining for sapphires inside of this little turtle shell- I wish my eyes were quite that blue, but they are dull and misty, hazy like my soul. Wispy whispers.
I had blankets draped between the arms of the furniture in the living room when I was younger, and I lived inside my magic cave. I was a magpie even then, and anything that sparkled would be my new plaything. There was a secret box deep down beneath all of my treasures, and one day I found my Mother’s emerald ring on the floor of the bathroom, so it went straight into the box. I forgot about...
Society has crumbled, the end is nigh.
July 2011
1 post
“Can we not dwell on the past?”
June 2011
2 posts
Drowning.
The potential to create weighs heavily on my shoulders these past few weeks. Ideas are formed in an instant, the culmination of everything, and anything – the root never really takes, for the seeds are never sown, and I’m left thinking, thinking, thinking. I’m not sure why, I just know that this has happened before, nothing in this landscape is new to me, and indeed I’ll most likely find that all...
April 2011
2 posts
Rather than let the serpent lead me astray, I invoked all the powers of hell and forced him to bite an enemy. I have won the battle, and now I shall wage a war.
The serpent whispers in my ear, and the fruit is on a silver platter before me.
March 2011
6 posts
Gin has become the most used word in my vocabulary.
Nostalgia is niggling.
I am the definition of miserable this evening.
February 2011
8 posts
If she is akin to Eurydice, then I am akin to Persephone – whilst she will return to be lost again, in hell forever I shall reign.
I’ll never regret a single seed I ate.
I’m caught between Scylla and Charybdis.
January 2011
14 posts
1 tag
May she be your Eurydice, so that blinded by your affections, you’ll look back in horror to find that she’s not there.
Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of a callous man, Be he alive, or be he dead I’ll ruin his name with the words he said.
May the harpies hunt your head tonight.
I can't help feeling I wasn't meant for Planet...
The Moon, the moon, the moon.
Your spell is broken, and I’m free once more.
Second thoughts for the umpteenth time
there must be a reason, there must be a rhyme
I’m going to replace the landline with a Ouija board.
Some strange bewitchment takes over. They rouse the beast in my heart, they charm the worst of me, and they entreat sacrifice. Through some malign rite I am supplicated before the darkness. The sun will rise again, but I’ll be long gone.
It is starting to ring a few bells, but it was another year then.
December 2010
2 posts
Looking back, there were so many signs to prove that I was delusional, but I missed them all.
Absence makes the heart arrhythmic
November 2010
2 posts
Two’s company; three’s a crowd, and I’m better on my own.
October 2010
3 posts
2 tags
1 tag
The colours turned to black, your voice was all but gone, and at the mercy of the universe I knew that I’d done wrong. The throbbing in my temples was the slowing in my chest, and the aching in my skull was the beginning of the mess.
September 2010
3 posts
Magic does not just consist of waving a wand and saying a few words. It is long and drawn out, intense and dark and sultry. It is not like a firework or a sparkler, and there are no immediate results. It is an art made of ritual and sacrifice, of time and emotion, effort and pain. You will only get out of it what you give, and you’ll never manage to move mountains with a simple flick of your...