death – (CALIATH)

universal end (prose)

Part of the series on defamiliarization signed by the pseudonym Nikodem Lanci.

These days, to write feels almost strange, almost selfish. Torrents of flurries of anxieties ignite the nerves, and one feels leeched before the first phrase forms. Solitude outcasts the voices — depersonalises — and what once was an interaction of linings, echoes of a singular voice with many textures, seems now like a procession ofContinue reading “katabasis”

(Droplet) no peace at all.

Children picking up our bonesWill never know that these were once As quick as foxes on the hill; And that in autumn, when the grapes Made sharp air sharper by their smell These had a being, breathing frost; And least will guess that with our bones We left much more, left what still is The look of things, left whatContinue reading “(Droplet) no peace at all.”