Monthly Archives: February 2014

The Bells

Posted on 17 February 2014 by thegreyeyedpoet

The bells toll on the height, and in the valley below, smoke rises lazily into the warm, airy spaces of the long and slow-passing afternoon. The precipice yawns open before me, and the void stretches out to fold me to … Continue reading →

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Keep the Fire

Posted on 12 February 2014 by thegreyeyedpoet

The flames danced dully in the suffocating darkness; the crackle and snap of the scavenged logs, the sensual experience of the fire’s life, seemed far-off and distant, as if it had become divorced from the thing which gave it presence. … Continue reading →

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