No Conscience

Originally posted on Whiskey Tales and Spells:
? I was gifted this image with the prompt of “conscience” — something I have been struggling with internally for a long while.  These words poured from me – no sieve to catch the granules of ridicule and no salve to soothe the burn of truth. Split into.…

Buried moon

Originally posted on Blog de companie:
Buried moon, buried moon Who to talk about at noon When dreams are plundered by light And powdered in gold and charcoal dust. Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse and at falter to surmise the scanty slumbering traces that led stupors into trenches. The owners of the light…

Interzone

Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:
by Jimmi Campkin I remember she once told me; the funny thing about endings is that they never happen. ?By the time you reach it, you’re already past it. Likewise we can never experience tomorrow, it is always just out of arms reach. ?She was always saying stuff…