rfurtkamp

She paints by starlight, and sometimes lets me see.

The pyre lit, the way home secured, and the storm on the horizon a pleasant dream.

There are vibrant, shifting colors on her skin as the gown hits the floor. There is a a dragon stretching from shoulder, cradling her breasts and reaching around her waist onto the legs. It is invisible beneath any clothes but alive and shaking and vibrant and unkempt, aroused.

And in the few moments that remained, there was no sadness therein.

Live January 26, 2019.

There is death in the air, and spirits carried off in the burning husks of the dead.

Live January 24, 2019.

A cry, a rejoicing by the river, then fade.

Behold! The calling of the fish-hook, and a duet leading to none.

Duet fro the river, and how she flows.

Fake acoustic dreams, courtesy overly mic'd Casino.

Live January 15, 2019.

Audio from the first video session I've attempted in a long, long, long time.

In the moment, the danger passed.

Live January 10, 2019.

Dreams never lead astray - she is always therein.

A distant vision, then it is there, full-formed and aware.