Darkness and Fog

The darkness never breaks,
The shadow never lifts.
Thoughts flutter in fog
Unable to escape.

The weight of all the anxiety,
Unfounded and real,
Press down like a cinder block,
No way for the pressure
To release.

A conspiracy of ravens
And a murder of crows
Flock in the trees
Beyond the yard.
Who are they here for?

Drowning in numbness,
Inside a dull throbbing pain.
Trying to remember why
I keep trying
To rekindle the flame.

10/08/19

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John Leys: The Indie-Go Interview

Very happy to have been included as part of the Indie-Go Interviews, hosted by Laura Mae.

Laura Mae

November 1st, 2019

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I asked John where he would like to interview:

The library is old. Very old. So old, in fact, that nobody seems sure of when it was built. Oddly neither of us are sure how ling we’ve been here or how we got here, though we seem to have been here for a while. We’re sitting opposed each other in two well cushioned high-backed chairs that are positioned in front of a great oak fireplace. And there is a small table between us on which there is a steaming fresh pot of tea along with two empty mugs. The mahogany walls are covered by floor to vaulted ceiling bookcases that seem to stretch out to the horizon, which is, of course, impossible. The room is dimly lit, though there is enough light to comfortably read the pages of the book, Paradise Lost, that I find resting in…

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