hauntingly beautiful chorussung across the african plainshear them calling your spirit home?we rest in the hollows of the heartwaiting for the right momentto come alive,once more –a chorus, sung across the african plains are you ready to go home?
Author Archives: Ashley J. Gallaher-Pollard
A perfect iron loop
Let it be a perfect iron loop around the hemisphere of the world. A testament to a good deed done well, well enough to keep the magicks of the world together. At least, for a short period of time. The cycles of time do not know where they start or stop, so why should humanity?Continue reading “A perfect iron loop”
deweeding.
breathless wilds, trickle through my arteries,waiting for the sun to rise over the stalemate of the nighthas it been so long that it’s all gone?where did the hours go whenI could sleep?taut and whipped,vines disengage from my hands,and I may reach out, once moreto my sun.
behind the evening
just fading, fading away, ignore the woman behind the curtains of nightfeels good to be running from the devilcatching my ankles, jabbed through metalrunning running, and I’m running running –
the devil is never in the details
and my best nights are started with the darkest of thoughtsrending, carving, trekking through my heart cracked throat and torn lips no, I will sing my songs until they want for nothing and I will bare my teeth until they grab onto something every thought poured into the funnelthat sits listless in the well ofContinue reading “the devil is never in the details”
