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The Forgotten Boneyard

The Forgotten Boneyard

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Chapter 11: The Secret Life of Stone

The dead rest uneasy in this forgotten boneyard,
Out from their graves at night they crawl,
The absence of memory does not sit well –
To the land of the living they return for a spell.
In the moonlit gloaming out they crawl
Return they must before the break of dawn.
If this curfew they miss then doomed they will be
Cursed to wander forever the lonely halls of Purgatory.

┬ęSezin Koehler, photo by Zuzu Arbus

The Secret Life of Stone is a photography series that explores the wishes, hopes and memories of Prague’s statues as well as imaginary histories of Prague. The series is also related to the upcoming third installment to Sezin’s first novel, American Monsters.

Three Kings

Three Kings

Three Czech kings have a nasty but well-deserved run-in with a witch. Chapter 8 of “The Secret Life of Stone”. Read full post.

Friend and Foe

Friend and Foe

Two very different perspectives of side-by-side Prague statues. Chapter 6 of “The Secret Life of Stone”. Read full post.

Songs Of Freedom: A Found Poem

A found poem made up of song lyrics for this week’s www.redroom.com blog competition. My blog from last week, “The Sneeze”, was noted on their website as an honourable mention. Yeah! Read full post.

Haiku Challenge: Lament

By closing the book ends this beloved story fairy tale lament.   **** Night falls early now shadows repeating backwards her caustic lament. **** Lament without me windfall of time-travelled bliss through a cold echo. **** Fog heralds Winter lament this passing yearful measure towards Spring. Maybe, possibly, could be related: Haiku Challenge: Invent/Narrow Haiku… Read full post.

Haiku Challenge: Invent/Narrow

To invent time one Floats between then and now reaps Memory’s echo. **** Autumn ray of love before Winter’s cold embrace you will invent me. **** My straight and narrow wishful thinking leads inside fallen tree branches. **** Narrow creviced heart fallen leaves of love’s lost grasp towards broken skies. **** Nature’s narrow path downward… Read full post.