Firstly, I’d like to thank anyone and everyone that has been coming here to have a look, either on the whim or somehow by intention. Regardless, I appreciate that eyes have drifted and landed here to have a read and look at my work.
As promised, this post is a continuation of more parts from my first zine, titled “Corpuscular Moon”, a project currently in the work. Today, I’m sharing a selected piece that will be present in the final work.
In this particular piece, I play with the tensions of things seen and things unseen, as well as traditional methods of language – past, present and future tense. I won’t load onto you about morphology or technical jargon, but let the piece speak for itself and for the intention that it primarily provides for. What that exactly is depends on the reader.
2: “Untitled 2”
Elderflowers rose amongst the dying sun of the old cottage. Trinkets and shells mingling their sounds in the wind. A crumbling wall hung by petals and vines.
Inside, mice burrowed beneath the rotten wood of the floor, barely contained by its umber shell. Tunnels coated with sawdust and decay. Whereabouts was their master?
Salted meat laird over a hacked benchtop, still firm and ripe for plague. A rumbling thing; muffled plods turned to a toppling hammer. A blaze-tortured thing wearing rags combed the rusty nails from the steps as it descended.
Scrambling, it rose to ascend its own image. Limped and mauled. Reptilian pedestrian. A blade encrusted between the sinew of its wrist. Tentacular flesh coated the face, ghostly and coated in pink-purple glaze of sickness. Yellow shining jewels. Pockets with shells adorned like gold.
Thick particles moved as the knife diagonally sawed, crumbling the scaled veneer.
To me, I see this piece of writing as talking about glances of memories, and fleeting scales of time situated around a certain place. Most of all, for me, it’s about the imagery conjured up, and those little details and picks of visions that come from how the the writing is composed. While it seems like a collection of separate moments and stories, I think they somehow relate to each other. What are your particular thoughts?
There will be more creative-related things to come, so look out for them when you have the time.
Thanks again. 🙂
Tom.
His Empty Space 