Marked
  Arcana imperii___________________________________________________________________________For those just tuning in the first parts of this project can be found at the following links:Part 1

What's been going on? In short, a lot.
As mentioned some time ago I participated in the Foolish People production The Abattoir Pages. The project brought together an amazing amount of artistic talent and you can and should go look at some of the photographs of the production here taken by the immensely talented Yiannis Katsaris. I be remiss if I didn't also point out the folks at Guerrilla Zoo who were instrumental in the execution of the

Yourselves In Eden
The in between moments are the most surreal. Proof that paradox isn't limited to the abstract. Like how you knew you'd make it, but never thought you'd see the day. It isn't long before the two of you are a tangle of limbs. White cotton sheets carve across their features like marble. Everything is wet and heat and a strength you have never known before. Kisses like a chemical reaction do change the substance of space and time. Their eyes are golden now. Your skin is living fire. Their lungs breath for you, your heart beats for them. Push yourselves; push u

The Door Opens
Pulling up the driveway you can see the door. Stepping out of the car gravel crunches beneath your feet. The sky is a deep blue and there is a light in the window glowing almost as soft and warm as their hands on your cheeks. Sitting on the hood of the car you take a long pull from a flask of whiskey. Down your belly, the whiskey burns then fades to embers. Before the fire goes out you take another long pull, and so on, until well after the whiskey has started to taste sweet. You'll be here all night, too fucked up to sleep. Art in yo

A Living Signpost
When you're not home much people don't call, so when the phone rang at home you never thought it was for you. That afternoon though, when it rang, somehow you knew it was them calling for you. All they said before hanging up was "Come over." Their voice sounded so far away it felt like you hadn't seen them in months. Hopping on your bike you raced down the snaking path that connected your neighborhoods like it mattered; muscles burning and skin white one the knuckles. They were waiting for you at the end perched like a bird on an uptu