The Sly of Night
25 November 2020His black eyes haunt me. The texture and form of his white body fits with my own and yet we are breeds apart. I hear his call each day amongst a growing throng, attempting to lure me into his arms, but I resist. He urgently pulls at the soft white pillows and burgundy summer blanket temptingly from the darkness I can always feel his eyes watching my every step, the rise and fall of my every breath. I make a wide birth each time I pass his abode, knowing I’m helpless to his charms. Will he be alone tonight? I…
Questions on Life and Death – Continuation Along A Theme
‘…Suicide’ I ask myself, ‘how can there be suicide if Saint Peter himself has granted me entry?’ It’s a brain twister I’ll grant you that, but in having willingly undertaken a trip to see old Saint Pete, infers that I…
A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words
As John rounded the last bend back to his home after an afternoon walk around the block. He caught sight of his wife, Marge, half buried in a grape vine trestle. The vine was fully laden, and as usual, Marge…
Choices
The commotion of life surrounds me as silhouettes in the shadows. I see their form, I hear their breath on the wind and still I am alone. Wandering through a treacherous maze of forgotten I, rememberings fill the painful cracks…
Seat of Intelligence
Magic Realism influenced by Surrealism, a post-World War I attempt to define, realign order within the chaos. The Surrealist Movement was Rooted in the Metaphysicality of the revolutionary painterly ideas of Cubism. A Metaphysical Painting and revolutionary painterly ideas of…
Indicus-Resquire Sin-Eater Origins
Get an early read of the Indicus-Resquire Sin-Eater Origin story. It’s a short story (4722 words) that will only be made available publicly, here, one week prior to the novels release, but you can get it by becoming a member…
Magic Realism
A discussion between Gothicess, and her handy little gnome, who’s looking quite tasty at this moment, in this time between all. He’s such an expressivist philosopher, but the expressivist soul tastes like a cool lemonade on a hot summers day.…
Frank’s Stool
Frank sat brooding at the end of the bar. ‘Mel’s Drinks for Skinks’ has a dank and dusty mood to its dully lit atmosphere, and it’s just what the doctor ordered. With his back against the cold stoned chimney stack,…
I Feel by a Sandy Shore
Compose my my MLitt while world creating. I wrote the lyrics, used found footage and free images for the video, then, because I was examining Freud’s understanding of Prosthetic gods in a more modern era, where we have become such…
The Creator
The Creator was composed, recited by me, and I used a pixabay image (Source below), and opensource music to create this piece, and world create, for my MLitt dissertation project that examiners didn’t get to see at the gothicguild.org Image…
Dragon Song
I Dance with Dragons. ‘Gyldendal, son of Draghansle, your song calls to me. Your melody resounds on the winds as it traverses the skies.’ The dragons song whispers to me, and I am engulfed with future images revealed within my…
