treatise on glass

(how you choose to read this, that is if you do, is up to you, but you may have to …

distil

distilled I am distilled, a distillation of nocturnal thoughts thrown upon the scornof an unborn morning shore; a veil of …

knot

time will endat the end of timestart counting nowbackwardsor forwards you’ll never make it no matter how close you getno …

host (an all hallows study)

the leaves are the ghostshaunting the winterlong shadowstrees are the hostshiding time in their fissures and hollows. © Emma Calder

still (an all hallows study)

Darkness palesI fear the lightcrawlingever closersprawlingever closerbrushingagainst my skin clammy, carelessfoetal claws clawing older scarsancient flaws gnawing on the bones turnrun nowhere here to …