Anastatica
A writing project, featuring poetry and prose, accompanied by photography.
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Featured Poem:
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Light
Sometimes I wander alongside my mind,
Surfing the silken waves. I do not cut
The water, because it parts before me,
Inviting me from its high, sun-kissed crest
Down to the hollows of polished azure,
Where sometimes I wander, as does my mind.
Forever have I left no trace behind.
Cushioned by zephyrs, my footsteps are light,
Like a cloud, which bursts as easily on
A dark thorn, as on a heavy rock face,
And can never leave a trace behind.
Featured Prose:
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Mother Darkness
‘I cannot read braille,’ I said. The flustered stars flickered in exasperation. ‘And I don’t know morse.’
But perhaps I would never need too. Enlighted by the waxing moon, swollen and almost full to the brim at this time of the month, truths formed in the nacre of my mind:
‘Darkness is the natural state of the universe,’ it called. ‘In the state of nature, solitude is rife and darkness a necessity, all is hidden but so are we. We find comfort in the dark because we know that we cannot be seen. We live, momentarily, suspended from all time... [Read More]
