Your Essence
Is that a leaf or a cobra’s back? You’ve stashed yourself in, Green and venous A bract to your flower Pinned close; ensnaringly To shroud your venom -your essence I fear your pull no longer
Poetry
Big Day Out Interview :: Northlane
Jon Deiley started messing around with songwriting on his guitar, by himself in the beginning. “I just started writing music in the old bedroom..and now we’re here,” he says of his history as a musician. […]
D.O.I. (death-obsessed-insomniac)
She remains in bed with insomnia amongst poppers, and fag butts. I burn jealous, the motor in my feet ceased here. Her breath fell, fingers draped on mine. Neither she nor I, left. Teeth grind, […]
pulse
a warm-colored thrum spreads, a web of fingertip touches and threads of lightning silver my eyelids – I have tasted the sun-beads, have been enveloped by the sweet-spell, and it reverberates.