isolate the modernities carnations touch the wind, mocking them, like a cigarette in the abandoned sunlight, the entropy, monstering god-like shores fragmenting ends of the mind, traversing the watery rock for the sea, the mouth left behind from the cave, teeming with blood; the mountain defines the reflection in your eyes, where have you been? … Continue reading Modernities.
Lie across the taurobolium at the motherless spring without feeling, without breath; pale mulberries infiltrate the wind in ice dark of obscured dreams by the sea-green void, vanishing by the surf, as the fresh dew slumbers in the whiteness of morning exorcised with twigs of the dying trees. flicker with the nightly, strange sea, the … Continue reading Ice dark (the world is dreaming).
Hello. As per the title, my name is Lucy and I am one of the authors here on The Nexus of Writers. Weirdly enough, I also go by the pseudonyms Ellie Onka, Eli, E or L. I promise I’m not on the run, with all the names and such. 😉 Call me whichever, it doesn’t … Continue reading “Introduction Post and Welcome” by Lucy.