Harvest Moon

Come and lay with me, here in the amber leaves. Don't tell me anything. No whispers; no promises you want to keep and won't. Do not dare to name the names my dreams are longing to hear - and whatever you do, don't say any one of the single things my breath is holding itself... Continue Reading →

Where the West Wind Moves

It was cloudless last night. The moon was new and sharp, shining so brightly that the rest of the world was shrouded in perfect velvet black. The wind was wild, and the trees that lined the streets were being whipped into demonic frenzy. The air was alive, and just stepping out into it made the... Continue Reading →

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