Tag Archives: Lord Byron

Ancient Fire

Posted on Wednesday, November 7, 2012 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

Weaving together bones and forging glass hearts, four letters build each of us with their ancient fire. Inside my chest lives a bone cage and a crimson soul singing, translucent, backlit from ancient fire.

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The Half-Impaired Raven

Posted on Wednesday, October 31, 2012 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

I write because in me, living flows. I write because my bones fill up, injure me, hold the drink of Gods, and my wit. I write to rescue rhyme and revel, for this chance walks in beauty and starry skies. … Continue reading →

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Emergence of a Dream

Posted on Wednesday, October 31, 2012 by Memoirs Of A Dead Woman

I. In me, living flows. My bones fill up, injure me, hold the drink of Gods, and my wit. Rescue rhyme and revel? This chance walks in beauty and starry skies. Meet in tender light one half impaired raven, yet … Continue reading →

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