Shaking 

Catatonic movement Shackled by the place

Ties between the astral and me

Moving dead weight beyond my body 

Shawn and cut and thrust by madness

Deafening beeps from their teeth
Cost shouting men

Price gouging meat

Blood draining from my neck

No one can see me

I’m just a pawn

Waiting to be sacrificed 
Dreams are a solution but also a problem 

A twisted labrynth of demons and angels

Shadows eat me and sleep cannot be me

Claws thrusting from the maw
She snakes on my shapes and shadow my deathbed 

I’m dark and cut up on the places

I’m trapped on this table
Cables and writing 

Fables and lighting

Feisty and angry and blank 
I’m myself and not

I’m going through knots

Down and down and down 

Demons on the Moon

Listen to that screech Hell is about to be unleashed 

Silver death comes to those who are not prepared 

Nightmares born of dusty dreams 

I cannot think to compare
Beyond, beyond, our reach

Demons reign in caverns deep

Black smoke rising. Stench arcrid ensnare 

Step on skulls full of grimy discusting things

A world beyond me doesn’t seem to care
Listening and hiding in this shadow

I’m very sure I’m being drawn to be like them 

Marrow and blood flow from my skin bare

Pick my pistol up

Shoot them, shoot them

I’m sure your going through the same flair 

Updated about, Facebook page and some retroconjuration

Hi faithful readers, new and old.

I now have a Facebook fan page: https://m.facebook.com/annerowlandsartistpoet/

You can find a link to some other new stuff including a pateron on my About page here and on the Hammersmith comic page. 

I’m also now open to full paid art and poem commissions. I’m not yet sure how to sell them, I’m open to suggestions. You can get such things from my patreon page but I’m not linking to that except from my about page for the moment. More news on that when available.

Their had also been some dreaded retroconjuration in the Hammersmith story. Particularly a bit I was unhappy with in chapter 17. Of course the original is still available in the pandora archive of this blog. For which I ask future readers to forgive me for my mistakes. 

Cheers and thanks for reading and continuing to support.

Anne 

P.s. I’m looking to redesign the art area of the site soon.

Also warmed porridge 

Yorkshire jokers blue flamed jugglers

I’m sorry about this message 

Getting her back 

Lost like my friends 

But her especially 

I’m eating warmed porridge out of Earthly bowls

Rubbish fills the seats of the theater 

I only watch, eating and seeing

Juggling in the past

What a strange thing fire sends me

Each of the months and days I have spent

Searching 

Airs dragons and clouds 

Waters floods and hidden self hate

Earths desire and enormous distance 

Fires jugglers and death 

I know this puzzle so well

But then

Hello father 

Flames are my favorite part of my death

Remember that day

We all fought 

Hard and long

Leave me to play with fire

A while longer

City Ant

Straw sipping ice tea

Forget my feelings, please 

Simple sugars, trembling and fuller
Buy more and search again

Just a city ant

In among many 

Scrabbling every day 
Off-peak vulnerability 

Searching my own, fragile abilities 

Consume my thoughts, actions and associated teas 

Gasoline, time, and and cup of stale coffee

Nimble hates

Gums and sore pain 

Late, but he was the only man I knew who had the grain to fight it

We have shared the darkness of sunset together 

Feeling the heat of this dry desert on our backs

Searching in his eyes 

Familiar as the black tar

Brown as the stale coffee we drik after

 Ever having no wordsmith in our minds

He feels like gasoline 

A built up energy 

Going into, the nexus again and again 

Fire of our passion blows off the hottest of steams

I’m confident, comfortable, lost, and scared we will end this

Our weekly diet of sex, coffee, and wordless love

Then, just as it ends

We are sipping the cold coffee 

He smiles and says 

Same time next week lover? 

I’m smitten and nod knowing we will do this

As long as the gasoline lasts