Slouching towards Bethlehem: A work in regress.

“The name of the bow is life; its work is death.” – Heraclitus The breathless ethere slithers through the thickets, birdbath cathedrals, and hawkmoth-haunted heather and rhythmically smoothens thorns.  Theories regarding etheres are worthless without mythologies that tell us of amethyst nothingness. Where the leash chafes before it chokes… Where the nest of chemical serpents… Continue Reading