English, My Pen, Pen, Verse, [2010 - 2011] Isidora Masson


You have been carried for years on someone else’s lips (you sound good on paper) with your island descent and abyss ascent and all the spectres forever loyal. I have not met you but know your women and tangled tales (I know far too many details) of you the shy ghost who never shows. We […]

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Know that the scorched-black demons and the pristine, fluttering seraphs are in some sense naught but you yourself unpacked, unfolded in a higher space.

Alan Moore, Promethea – Book 5