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the change of seasons within us.

the change of seasons within us.

our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...
a recipe for winter.

a recipe for winter.

ingredients: one december moon the burgundy-orange glow of a fiery hearth one tree decorated in lights two hours or more of uninterrupted time together a few gentle endings the promise of beginnings mix thoroughly with a whisper of wishes born under a star on a brumal...
she brings life to the cold.

she brings life to the cold.

winter is coming she slips from the mist, the queen of dark things spilling from a beautifully painted sky she creates art from madness and faith, a masterpiece delicately drawn with ice
Cold Nights

Cold Nights

  you ask me for the time and wanted to know about the weather and all I could think about was the year when winter stripped away the last pieces of us (i’m barely holding on and you barely remember) we were so busy putting out fires that we let our own die out i...