Kissing the Joy As It Flies

I’ve never really written about my username. It’s a quote from a William Blake poem: He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise. I don’t know if I have a favourite poem as such, but this comes close. It…

Angles

  I’m scrolling through my timeline, and there she is. Paper white skin, wine- red lips, long limbs and cartoon curves. She’s standing in front of a mirror with her lips very slightly open, seemingly as transfixed by her own beauty as the rest of the world must be. Her magic is common to all…