After and before are words
After all our warsthe blood-lust carnage, after pilfering and rapes.after burning bookswhen all is silent, slowing under sullen skies;after every word has bled and turned to ash,where bread is bonesand wine is bloodthe […]
Category Archives: the aged librarian
The comfort of darkness
The aged librarian finds in pre-dawn a comfort of calm,still unblemished by the quarrel from books;not tainted by syllables bleeding from paper-cut scars.he might love them like children, but also a father […]
The secrets of two-o-one
His folly are is his hidden carnal books,with sentences of craving thirst, of flesh and skinof napes and necksof night and silk,of everythingthat makes him mannot librarian. These words of vile he […]
Behind their spines
Did you know that when the library is abandoned, late at night you may hear the voices of forgotten books? From behind their spines heartbeats are heard and from somewhere […]
The garden of infinite choice
His library is wider than its wallsand taller than the border of its roof, It has oceans, mountains and pathsleading deeper ever deeper into forests. It has galaxies and deep […]
