Old poems and older poems. The art in here is far more recent - all illustration tiles were made between April 20, 2024 and May 12, 2024.
Some of these poems were published in a chapbook, Eleusinian Mysteries, in 1995, under the pen name Sarah Maddo...
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There is violence in the wind tonight I can feel it deep within, it wants to carry me away - wet leaves scatter adrift on the night air, and the streetlamp is a bemused sentry
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I stand in the rain, the laughing wind sinking claws into my chill, shadows pattering into the street, oozing into the gutter. The moonless night shines in artificial halo, my wan moon face caught in a beam cries tears. Winds, have mercy, do not lash me with your gasps of sharp desire
