NaPo23

Image of moth-headed lady in front of map
Your salted mouth dissolved in the moth-soft night…like…like A wish, a lamp-lit jewelled map or fairy-tale, the ending blurred as we break our word.
Image of woman with moth mask
She wire-walked, and as she walked, her thoughts were pierced by words like needles threaded into veins. –sharp as lightning bolts. & she was the scent of violets & the radiated animals were talismans.
There are ninety-six ways to stare. The first, the darted glare, distorted. The second, moth-soft flickers soft as charcoal dust or land-locked; lust, or just locked.
There are ninety-six ways to stare. The first, the darted glare, distorted. The second, moth-soft flickers soft as charcoal dust or land-locked; lust, or just locked.
Digital collage with dark background shows image of statue with box, moths, crystals and water
–a single pin-hole thought caught like a moth-light, spun like a lens on an axis, folded In the sky and forced screen-blind night to blink out the stars like an arched and jewelled terrarium.
Image of falling angel with text Well, she said, (as we walked in the small garden) We are just interleaved– just shadows, falling like moths. Scoped out. (and partially undressed). Yes. All the angels question their uncertain calling.
Image of falling angel with text Well, she said, (as we walked in the small garden) We are just interleaved– just shadows, falling like moths. Scoped out. (and partially undressed). Yes. All the angels question their uncertain calling.
Image of victorian woman's autopsy, doctor holds flower, other flower grows out of her, semi-precious stone covers her face, in the background a circle made from an image of a calico-printing press, astrological map and butterflies
Image of victorian woman's autopsy, doctor holds flower, other flower grows out of her, semi-precious stone covers her face, in the background a circle made from an image of a calico-printing press, astrological map and butterflies Somewhere, a sound within the muffled platitudes and ice-cold music of our automated instruments. It haunts me, like a star, a ghost of hope– an arching bright kaleidoscope alight, alit, tonight all words are flowers in the dull machines
image of angel inside an image of a crystal with images of moths, jewels and irradiated animals
Woman with the face of an owl sits in front of a reflected background. She holds a bauble with a small creature trapped in it. Her reflection holds a rose and has no owl face