I laugh when I say no, but my no is law. Poet; author of At Night; maker of pins & zines & literary bots (@atnightinfinite, @aconstanthaunt, @gothicmysteries).
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Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
submitting my poetry manuscript to the opening in this old tree I pass on my daily walks
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Faithful reader, even as you shake off these shadows, you discover a diagram scratched on a windowseat, and in it an image of yourself, racing from a crumbling ruin.
Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
Sometimes when you’re trying to write a poem you have to go read a poem to remember what poems are like.
Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
The ribbed ceilings of the chapel are painted with flickering stars, and a moon that alters when someone shifts the candle behind it, and occasionally when they do not, but nobody seems to mind.
Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
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Woman charms stick
of wood so
she can hide inside it.
Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
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Two drops
of blood
in book mean
that two have been killed.
Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
The fate of the girl turns on the bargain between the lord of the manor and the legendary skeletal priest.
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Lisa {saltlock.bsky.social} retweeted
A person in white, fleeing. Another cottage she almost recognises, and in it a window, and in that, a figure of flame looking back at her and beckoning. A faded bloodstain.
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Objects
of quest found
in deserted castle
where hero is served
by unseen hands.
