And when the night passes over,
Windows shuttered, curtains drawn,
And we're all in the great shadow of the world,
There's still a glimmer of light
In the...
It's ten in the morning
The cat is pregnant
The pubs are shut
The car won't start
My husband's a slut
It's ten in the evening
My TV ain't working
My...
I fought the firmest embrace
And lost.
No brethren left to share my burden,
The yoke's mark rests on my back alone.
Released from an overlong cell,
So afraid...
The semantics of colour
Is known to many lovers
Watch pink stick fill lips
And how that black dress
Elides your hips
Brush back platinum blonde
To hang gold from
Flesh...
For a little while,
Halfthoughts is on holiday,
Which means you will find
There is no thought for today.
Though perhaps, you might quip,
None were evident anyway.
Tis rare...
I found my soul, not in
A church,
But in the hallowed secular space of
A waiting room.
The pews faced the altars of
Glass-fronted counters
And I patiently waited...
This website showcases content created by Eric Priezkalns, who also uses the pen name Ray Blank when writing science fiction. It includes stories, essays, poems, short films and audio recordings.
