Your own personal bible, offering a glimpse into worlds you will never normally see. Words struck down, not by God, but by those souls who visited St. Sebastian’s church and who dissected their own sacred hearts for you.
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Drifting in and out of sleep
Trying to remember where it all began, when I first started to feel this way. Is this real or am I still asleep? The hypnagogic state of uncertainty. Knowing the unfamiliar through the transitional magnitude of moments. Come with me, follow the path through snow covered lands into churches of splendour that play out a life steeped in love and lonely anger. Stay a while, and leave me where you find me; lying in bed and thinking of you, as I drift in and out of sleep…
Charting the spiral and ascension into something beyond, ‘Drifting in and out of sleep’ is a mix of stories and poems which bleed into one another over space, time and mortality. Starting in the snow covered forests of unknowing-ness, it traces the steps that mirror life; through emotional dependence, God, love and coming to the ever reaching self-absorption of space.
Keep it Together
The summer of 1977, in the middle of a blazing heat wave, the estranged children of the wealthy and eccentric Van-Blacks all gather at the infamous Nova-Manor to discuss recent family developments over Fourth of July weekend. Their father is dying, and now wishes to build some bridges with his children before he shuffles off the mortal coil. However, things begin to take an unusual twist with the arrival of Miss T., a Jamaican fortune teller who sweeps in under an air of mystery to perform a séance.
Secrets and truths slowly begin to be uncovered, helped along by the butler Mr Perkins, who knows more about the past then perhaps he should. Ghosts, storms and mysteries in the attic all explode over the holiday weekend along with the fireworks. With a body on their hands and new truths revealed, they are all forced to question whether they can live with the knowledge someone they love is a capable of murder. Independence comes at a price, and not everything is what it seems as they try to keep it together.
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Ripping open my heart, blowing smoke through my veins.
Seeing if I breathe still, seeing what I can stand.
Twisting and turning this love deeper within.
Planting lazy chestnut seeds of hope. Binary codes of love.
You rain on me when I’m tired, your snow falls when I am cold.
Gold and silver, platinum catches my diamond dreams.
Sew up my mouth, and crack my skull like and egg.
No different types of love, just future fabrications in-sync.
Beset my thoughts with scenes of this future. The plague of tomorrow.
A better day, a better version of myself.
Fluctuating into your haphazard blur.
Shifting time and bending my will to your love.
Boiliing down the isotopes until we breathe the same neon air.
Sharing the space.
Scanning my memoires for nothing but you.