Author: hrp63

i come with tales of beautiful night, hearing, not seeing – feeling the nearness of unseen creatures, footsteps in the leaves … an owl calls, a tree creaks in the dark, foxes bark, a cobweb brushes your face. to walk in the dark unseen to yourself, everything’s changed, all you know turns strange, a time […]

This pair stands apart from the golden-shoed imposters, professional partners, ex competition dancers, redolent of net and sequins. She’s in a white dress, hair scraped back, he suited impeccably in cream. Their concentration is complete, and now the ritual music can begin. The dance they dance was called obscene, pressing such sensuality into a pause […]

I will refuse to come down from the mountain, nor will I bother any more with speech or writing, but will roar and sharpen my claws in the last of the forests.