( via / me )

"One of my poems was a clue..."

"wild calico hunting"

1.
grief flowers · reflect these gray
& mild mellifluous · mortal hurdles
a wight wields words in · unrewarded
neighbor of Terminalia · nigh-downed moon
i traik trilobite grooves · am in trouble with Sacla
like you · i use the wrong door

2.
newfallen lyric · proliferation of names
by the cerulean ruse · of rogue winter
churlish to wish this child · could achieve store-hush
as i muse postmodern · mediation of the Emergency

Interior. Artificial Light.

"On blustery nights, fast abed in our halls
We rejoice that outside, the jarring waves,
And cruel rocks may yet keep the raiding-parties distant.
We know if we fall unarmed into their hands
We will be no less loot than the boar-helms or rings
That they take from the slain."

—from Ulfhildr

"She improvised her own quiet penitent protest liturgy, where protest was her commitment to spiritual life in the face of her homeland’s demolition."