a hush
on the edge
of outlines
unspoken
trees gesture
to no one
in a language
blurred mid-sentence
a hush
on the edge
of outlines
unspoken
trees gesture
to no one
in a language
blurred mid-sentence
Still a long way to go but happy to be live
“Held Light”
stone hums in silence,
frozen fire—
a circle swallows time.
fingers press against forever,
gold bends,
but brilliance stays.
“Filtered Glare”
shadow-tinted eyes
borrow daylight —
reflections scatter,
fractured truths.
the horizon blinks
in tempered hues;
plastic veils
the ache of looking.
tension tightens
a coiled sigh waits —
release,
and time unwinds
silent tremor
in melted breath —
a flicker splits the room.
wax remembers nothing;
shadows weave
their own forgetting
as heat unfastens
the dark.
I finally made an X account: @uxbrendanragan follow me there!
Lines blur,
typed by unseen hands.
A code whispers
into the void,
building bridges
and walls alike.
Shadows shift,
not by light,
but by intention.
Threadspire,
worn thin by restless wanderings.
Ashweft,
fading in the quiet corners.
Stormheel,
tugged by the weight of fleeting steps.
Driftseam,
lost beneath the tides of drawers.
Snagthread,
clinging to the edge of memory.
Their names unravel,
caught in the loom of forgetting.