Name: Siobhan ‘Brazen’ Kislevskaia Age: late 20’s Birthplace: Kislev Description: Brazen is a tall woman for being a female human, standing about 5’9″. Her chosen career is apparent in the flame red hair and slightly smoky aura that seems to follow her movements. She is a lithe and tone woman, quick to smile, laugh, or anger. Her moods are spontaneous and often arrive or depart without warning. A confident and somewhat brash individual, she shows no demonstrable preference for companionship, even as she has no apparent distaste for people. Loyal to the point of foolishness and kinder than her initial […]
sopopopapopiopolis
he lives in SOPOPOPAPOPIOPOLIS, the city of lost things, old dreams, something like the island of misfit toys, only for grownups who have forgotten the simple pleasures in pursuit of more complex ones…. as if they are different. it’s a sophist’s trap, these ‘adult’ things. ever think about it? oh, we’re far too grown up to enjoy a breeze or the feeling of the sun on our skin, or the crisp, sweet smell of clean sheets at night. too busy thinking of the bills or the promotion or all the things we’re supposed to do and can’t to even notice […]
the dull, empty place
in the dull, empty place words drop like stones no echo, no need thumping heavy to ground small puff of dust the only evidence nothing left to say pretending to be obtuse so… how are you as if it is unknown sorry, i’ve been busy you know how it is yes, indeed how could i not you keep telling me spending time with that which matters two weeks vacation such a busy life once upon a time you asked how long i thought i would love you i told you until i died or until you broke my heart in […]
honeysuckle thorns
honeysuckle thorns sweeter than respite sharp as death they dig deep whispering comfort heavy blossoms drifting gently careful, cutting edges beautiful, razor flowers i hold them in my heart
unequivocal
remember that wooden structure playground behind the cemetery where Leonard was, [wasn’t it Leonard?] well, i should tell you, someday, of the night when i stayed up all night long scrytching the blood from my eyes, only to take a walk in the pre-dawn cold to the playground, and find that it was no longer there; and find that as the sun rose, i smelt charr and ash, and heat and dust, and to realize that the playground had become hallowed ground in a way i would never [i knew] be able to explain to anyone. i was standing in […]
Lost Pages – Lamentation of Rán
“True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger’d, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.” So a noble one once spoke, in literature that were, itself, a fantasy. Speaking of the balmy breeze not of love, but of that passing infatuation, the fantasy unattainable, which eventually shifts and departs. It is so with many hearts in the […]
bamboo garden
as if it didn’t matter at all, laughing at the kitchen counter, severing sinew from bone, making dinner, sacrifice of living things to the hunger. i never knew him such a callous cannibal until i watched as he cheerfully cut that piece of meat, all that was left of what once was a wild and tender thing. i closed my eyes, ducked my head. bit back the scream and waited for the image to pass. i wandered like that for some time; blind and stumbling and happy to be so if it meant i would not again see such gleeful […]
Lost Pages – Vajrayogini Chastisement
In wiser times it was said that all who are bound in flesh as woman are manifestations of wisdom and thus, are to be honored, cherished, and treasured. To abuse wisdom is to diminish its longevity and effect within the world, to the detriment of all sentient beings.
Lost Pages – Canticle of Orisha
Standing at the sacred crossroads, I hold the way through a door that does not exist, calling, calling, with the voice of the hidden ones to the Ori.