IntroductionOver the last few month... more
This journal is the sixth in a series of pieces I expect to... more
This journal is th... more
After spending ten frustrating minutes attempting to locate a particular paragraph of writing from within my profile, I reluctantly set myself the task of organising my journals into this archive.... read more
The morning harbours silences cracked as bark and so dawn's gristled talons depart. Shell and splinters, a massacre upon the marsh, as if puddles of rust yet still they lift, the... read more
An oversized rocking chair, wood slowly splintering as if the emigration of a thousand tiny spines. They rise up, out from within its heavy arms and like flames their flickering reaches for... read more
H unter Stoke is a thorn nymph, drawn from the gnarled branches of a now lost hedgerow. He wanders the countryside at random, painting colourful dreams upon the retinas of sleeping... read more
Quiet as only a morning could be, she crept, the shallow throb of her breath and the ever so slight tread of her feet. The house stood alone, its walls creaking as it waited beneath the... read more
Within the lamp light Huddled around her and me And this lonely table, Humble within tonight's kitchen Of wood and of no sleep, Our eyes swell to double their usual size And words... read more
Born from the rhythm of your eyelids, my heart's echoes. Beneath the veils befallen each fingertip, curled, held aloft in sleep our dreams; dream themselves of such semblance,... read more
Our ears... ...notebooks ...the ink echoes. Each leaf a melody placating my lungs so awkward grown so dry. I listen though, still, after all of these years...... read more
Such chaos precedes each moment that I can't help but wonder why... Yet upon each break of day my chin raised and back straight I believe in fate again; my eyes drawn to the... read more
Feels as if the universe itself has stooped to listen, helpless but to wait with me... ...for so slow have become the swaying trees, the ocean's once crashing teeth. During... read more
Author: Astaeric
Title: 'Oxford' by Sam Rawlings
Comments: 'Oxford' taken from Circle Time