
always unknowing & unreadable
her eyes play from the shadows
teasing & taunting
forgive me, i am so tired
of these games

always unknowing & unreadable
her eyes play from the shadows
teasing & taunting
forgive me, i am so tired
of these games

sitting the red dirt
casting needle bone raw
hey fox, ho owl
what tales do winds tell?
given to ghost on promise
tied leather, wrapped lace
turning on bright flame
if the memory serves you
well
sitting the red dirt
between pine and swell
hey owl, ho fox with
promises winds tell

Investigations of another kind…
Which is worse?
There’s is place in this forest haunted by ghosts and regret. Myrkr and madness linger at the centre. Here be monsters. Some are framed in mirrors.
This is the way, step inside.

these witching hour dreams
what are they supposed to
mean?
that chapter has long been
burned at the stake i cannot
will it into being
leave now, o ghost
so perhaps we can dream
another life
where our books no long burn