after Amber Rambharose

Clinical, sharpened. We were South-Korean rapture-girls, with big thighs and bigger wants. We out grew bunny-moons and Children’s Day by middle school. Instead, our mouths bloomed two tongues. We bled thrice on the bathroom floor. First: between our legs, Tampax tasting our insides. Second: the outside of our legs, when we poked flesh with razors. Third: the soft of our mouths, from when we tried to rip the first tongue out. Declawed and pagan / labia stitchings; all we wanted were straight noses and dipped waists and boys fatal to our bodies. Sarang-hae; our constricted throats

Noah Jung


October 31, 2018

lichtwelt, Light,

I want to write a book about the silences that fall between spoken sentences. Those moments of hesitancy between two people. It is, after all, such silences that we try so hard to fill – with words, with music, with the world’s endless cacophony. These silences reflect the distances between stars, the emptiness of space that traps the unwary dreamer in icy solitude. These silences can be the making or breaking of us.

hunting for you

October 31, 2018

I’ll be screaming through the afterlife. I’ll be hunting for you, buried under flowers.

Chelsea Wolfe
Two Spirit

Good read for Halloween

October 31, 2018

I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious, to tell me my armour is just skin, bones, only bones.

Jamaal May
The Whetting of Teeth

Halloween Surprise –

October 31, 2018

Is my soul too dark for you?


October 31, 2018

Is that the doorbell I hear – go see who’s there.


October 30, 2018

Teach me to sin –
In love’s forbidden ways,
For you can make all passion pure;
The magic lure of your sweet eyes
Each shape of sin makes virtue praise.

Alfred Bryan

…history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.

Joan Lindsay
Picnic at Hanging Rock