Hope In The Dark

Hope In The Dark

On January 18, 1915, six months into the first world war, as all Europe was convulsed by killing and dying, Virginia Woolf wrote in her journal, “The future is dark, which is on the whole, the best thing the future can be, I think.” Dark, she seems to say,...
Dark

Dark

Darkness is the lie, A lie only a suburb of the soul can see; Whispering, shuddering darkness, Silent and smooth as night. Engulfing darkness, smothering sharp senses, Claiming fresh cerebral sonnets. Sleep, insanity touches you darkly, “Madness? Nae, tis but a...
The Tale of the Unknown Island

The Tale of the Unknown Island

And the sailors, she asked, No one came, as you can see, But did some at least say they would come, she asked, They said there are no more unknown islands and that, even if there were, they weren’t prepared to leave the comfort of their homes and the good life on...
City Of Glass

City Of Glass

I say what they say because I know nothing. There was this. Dark. Very dark. As dark as very dark. They say: that was the room. Not even a window. Poor Peter Stillman. And the boom, boom, boom, the caca piles. The pipilakes. Excuse me. Anymore. There was mush food in...