Author: Arch Copy

• July 15, 2015

  The Bellwether

  Last week I learned the word bellwether. It means one who leads – from an old word for the ram in a flock that has a bell around its neck, guiding the other silly ninnies through the mist. Then yesterday, I read it in a book – as if the universe were teaching me the…
• July 9, 2015

  I’m From the Future

  Hello dear. Oh, that skirt. I still have it you know. You’ll be wearing it the night you kiss Phil for the first time – I still have the silver cardigan you’ll wear that cold, cold January evening too. So, what’s up with you? You’re failing, I know. Or it feels like it right now.…
• July 9, 2015

  My Tree

  There is a tree in this world that knows my name. It breathes in my nightmares and stalks my sunlight hours. At the centre of my self, that shadow grove with pine-needle ground and the hollow where Beauty lies down to her forever sleep.   I dreamed a chair of black wood, rattle-scuttling across the…
• July 8, 2015

  I Got Older and Some Things Happened

  So, what’s happened? I turned 26 which is fairly displeasing. I developed a taste for prosecco and drank it in the street, at Waterloo station, outside a restaurant, in my kitchen, at my mother’s and by myself at the bar. I went to a Yell blogger meetup and watched a presentation on a laptop balanced…
• July 8, 2015

  A Shadow With Claws

  Deep in the forest, far under the sky A stranger was calling, I don’t much care why. I heard him and found him, followed him down To a dankening dark hollow, with never a sound. And there in the gloaming, breath whispering ice, I killed and consumed him in shining delight. His eyes I ate…