I in my madness pray for storms,pursue them where they rage mostviolently, believing only that monsoonnever ending will bring me peace.
Category: Contrasts
Concealment and invention, or honesty and reality? Interest, fascination, infatuation, obsession, all lie in mystery rather than identity. Within the realm of mystery, love, true love, exists at that moment, that place, where truth and magic collide. Choose, therefore, to be now, or then. Shall you be as you appear, or appear as you are?
L’ abysse
Pendant quelques années, trop d’années, j’ai trop bu. Entre folie et rage, je ne connaissais pas d’autre repos. Entre médiocrité et obsession, j’ai toujours choisi l’obsession. Entre mes extrêmes, provisoirement, ténue, l’équilibre a aussi toujours […]
Fount
Fatherless, first, or motherless? Shall we begin… Of course, I began with parents, Dafydd Ieuan and Efa Mair. My father would give me perfect pitch, madness, rage; my mother, folly, daring, tolerance. Perhaps I am […]
Silhouette
Are you not afraid of my darkness? – you ask. Compared with mine, your darkness is but shadow, ambivalence, apprehension. My darkness is absence both of light and of fear. Are you not afraid of […]
Will to live
Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. Before I was abandoned at age seven, I ran away from home several times. I grew up on the streets, surviving, exchanging favours for favours, all […]
Rebel
Nothing changes, if nothing changes. With but one lifetime to live, I, for one, have not the leisure to await evolution’s gradual righting of wrongs, however the certainly of that eventuality, nor less the temperament […]
The Nameless Day
Rhagfyr 23ain, y Diwrnod Dienw, December 23rd, the Nameless Day, the day following heuldro’r gaeaf, the winter solstice, is the extra day of the year whence comes the expression ‘a year and a day’. Its […]
Apostasy
Hold on to the old, and you will perish. A time of reckoning is upon us. Just as the library is now obsolete, so is the church. Of course, we will continue to read, just […]
Morning
The warm water remindedme each morning that I hadnothing else alive near me. L’eau chaude m’a rappelémoi chaque matin que j’avaisrien d’autre vivant près de moi. Bob bore, cefais fy atgoffa gany dŵr cynnes nad […]
She/her/hers
Neither sainte nor super. Embodiment of third-gender paragon, neither woman nor man, though as dauntless as either, as reckless as both. Not following, less leading, wildness and wiseness, welded. Virility deprived; its virtues, its vices, […]
À la recherche de licornes. 