Empty chair What are you fishing for When no one's there?
Isidora & The Boy Who Lived
In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. "They can only be seen by people who've seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special … Continue reading Isidora & The Boy Who Lived
Cosmology (pt. 1)
I. Light light said the Word was there not Spirit before Matter came, though they say the clay was molded first? Light life blew the Breath that condensed to make flesh from the breast of the Earth now the Mother of all birth. II. There is always a serpent hissing up your spine all the … Continue reading Cosmology (pt. 1)
Isidora & Characters
Paraphrasing some iconic author whose name I can’t remember speaking to the Paris Review, great characters are not photographs - they come to life from scratch. I do use sketches, drafts of portraits from the living, which I then try to mold and dress up according to their character potential. I’ll add wrinkles to their … Continue reading Isidora & Characters
it aches my love
it aches my love it aches your silence pressing against my chest my flesh ripping open wounds tiny and big closing and healed it burns my love it burns flames and heat scrapping the surface of some inner organ the hidden place where pain is felt and I try my love to keep my love … Continue reading it aches my love
Isidora & Prose
I am a painfully s l o w writer of prose and soaringwriterofverse. To my mind prose is convention & norm, poetry free form. In a poem, you can cut sentences in half wherever you wish and pile them up together in whatever shape you want You could never have that with prose.
Isidora comes of age
Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors … Continue reading Isidora comes of age
Isidora’s Birth
Black phoenix born anew (hatches, hatches) orphan bird tries a flap and then two.
e é em dias como este que não me apetece fazer mais nada na vida
Design: Rui Santana - Colecção Outono/Inverno 2009/2010 Directora de produção: Joana Monteiro Fotos: Marta Tomé
the storyteller
Está sempre aqui.
um dia beijo-te
um dia beijo-te ao som do vermelho tinto que trazemos no sangue mesmo que não sintas fervilhar no teu os meus lábios dir-te-ão mais que as palavras e juras que carrego nas veias. um dia beijo-te ao chegar a coragem de dizer sem versos as rimas que sinto na minha pele ansiosa pela tua de … Continue reading um dia beijo-te
p. & r.
Passeio e fotos gentilmente cedidos depois do primeiro dia de praxes.
até tinha título…
... escreveram-no antes de mim. E o Walter vai-se embora mas continua por aqui.
visitors #12, 13 & 14
Veneraram os gatos e criaram bandas sonoras de filmes holandeses ao piano.
antigas e eternas crises de fé
Como o antepassado milenar, duvido por não ver. Há todo um sistema que fui descobrindo/criando/fixando para responder a comos e porquês. E que agora vacila. Porque uma ascensão - de acordo com os pilares - implicaria pôr os pés nas águas, na esperança de conseguir andar sobre elas. Aquilo que sinto ser verdade pede-me que … Continue reading antigas e eternas crises de fé
blues e tinto entre livros
The Soaked Lamb na Trama.
o guru
Miguel, a voz dos meninos.
Lousy Guru no Geraldine
Lousy Guru @Geraldine André Barata André Galvão Eduardo Carvalho João Braz Marta Carvalho Miguel Décio Tiago Albuquerque
