In[scribe] – my name: Sharp, vertical incision to the [inside of my] left wrist. Traces of blood bubble: red pearls on the string of my inner:outer self. Border. Less. I see my skin unbound. You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I unstitch [my] self. Open to the flow of things to come. … Continue reading Saille : Willow
Poetry
Photographing a Ghost
How many frames in a five-second film? Forty-five in 1894: that’s nine frames per second. Each moment captured one-ninth of a second’s presence and the sneeze from beginning to end lasted five seconds. In the film, I see the sneeze sneezing before my very eyes. A phantasmagoria – this ghost from the past: a man long dead who lives on in his eternal sneeze.
Beith: Beginnings
As promised, here's some of my favourite previously unpublished experimental writing. It's from a collection called The Unfinished Dream, which I submitted for my MA final dissertation. The collection is structured around the seasonal cycles and the ogham alphabet, so I'll be posting regular extracts throughout the year at the appropriate times. And if you're interested, … Continue reading Beith: Beginnings
Beith
As promised, here's some of my favourite previously unpublished experimental writing. It's from a collection called The Unfinished Dream, which I submitted for my MA final dissertation. The collection is structured around the seasonal cycles and the ogham alphabet, so I'll be posting regular extracts throughout the year at the appropriate times. And if you're interested, … Continue reading Beith
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before there was word there was … Continue reading beforesilencewordbeforesilencesilence
Contact Zone – A Poem for Peace
when the whole world is a war zone & everyone's a target : i choose love i choose … Continue reading Contact Zone – A Poem for Peace
Contact Zone
when the whole world is a war zone & everyone's a target : i choose love i choose … Continue reading Contact Zone
Straif
My name is wound : open violence open e trating silence write wound across my chest; scratches, marks in blood in flesh pull me screaming from the silence: word into this world of darkness [my death: certified] in blueblack ink suspension of time [iron: gall] the bitter stain … Continue reading Straif
11/11 Kali : Un Coup de Des
Nemesis black [w]hole undone and un creating the abyss - dice thrown the game : personified in DNA encoded embodied naked flesh she counts the stars swallows them [w]hole Inside my mind is bleeding dying … Continue reading 11/11 Kali : Un Coup de Des
Undone Tongue
Undone tongue find glistens my shivering heart undone soul my find won't my tongue: words seamless glistens. come undone. tongue seamless won't soul; heart my cold glistens - seamless heart won't find! seamless tongue undone undone heart: words words words cannot - undone come. I find my shivering, seamless, undone tongue my cannot tongue undone … Continue reading Undone Tongue
Sally-Shakti Willow 