Tuesday, May 26, 2015
He ordered another absinthe,
swirling his thoughts
into a dream-like state,
walking the seam
to a place
before, in between,
the 13th floor,
existing only for those who cross
the tightrope without a net,
sip the brew
that creates sunless clouds,
sometimes they pass,
other times, they consume.
graphics courtesy of Polyvore
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Black magic, poisonous, evil, can lead a man astray,
a fated gathering, predictions, his cold bitch-wife points the way...
Crimson entrails, splatters and smears of bright red,
tints, taints, tarnishes, the creatures of the moat, fed.
Wild dogs bark, children scream, witches cackle,
the horses' quick clip-clop, thunder and lightening
An omen of unnatural doings, the fulfillment of equivocation,
truth and loyalty traded for "mouth-honor" and
Lady M. lies in the courtyard, lifeless limbs tangling,
steel crosses hilt to hilt, bodies pierced by swords' ends hanging.
On his shoulders, the cloak of guilt heavy,
it cracks his mind, steeps his soul, no trace of envy.
The stew cooked, the reckoning hour,
misleading magic, the pursuit of power,
a ripe blood-moon, a time to rise and fall,
for he who would be king of all...
|all photos by author|
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
| Brian McDaniel and Soleil Paden,|
assisting in marking the sweet spot...
These are a few extra shots I took at the end of the Saturday show...
They are sparsely edited as I wanted to simulate the feeling
as the models quickly crossed in front of me
in a blur of beauty...
|Courtney leaves the building,|
at the end of an amazing week of fashion...