INKSTILL.

Ink stilled into verse.

  • THE FIRST BLOOD OF ROME

    SILK UNCOVERED, NO.1 It was a warm Spring day in the mid-8th century BC where the air hung heavy with the weight of a legend, as if the very air understood we had stepped beyond the reach of parchment and ink, and into the breathing pulse of a myth. In awe, we let our gaze…

  • THE SUDDEN SILENCE OF A MEDICI PRINCESS

    SILK UNCOVERED, CASE #1 It is the 16th of July in the year 1576, as we find ourselves within the embrace of Cerreto Guidi – a small, fortified village in the Tuscan hills positioned west from Florence, where the very atmosphere feels weighted with the gravity of what is to come.The air is heavy as we descend…

  • SILK UNCOVERED.

    There are castles of such chillingly absolute beauty that one might almost believe in their innocence.There are palaces that catch the fading light in their windows with a glow so oft it invites the soul to mistake their grandeur for peace, and their cold halls for a sanctuary.They stand in serene and ancient authority –…

  • I WAS SUPPOSED TO LOSE THIS MATCH – I DECIDED NOT TO.

    The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.8 My dear readers, nature is a theatrical creature, is she not? There are moments when the rhythm of the year quickens, catching us all by surprise. Although Spring is still an unwritten chapter, this week the ink has already begun to flow in vibrant greens, shimmering golds, pure whites and…

  • TOASTING TO YOURSELF WHEN NO ONE ELSE DOES

    The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.7 My dearest reader, we are all too familiar with these moments, are we not?We achieve something in our lives, be it a grand conquest or something microscopically small, and yet – we find ourselves standing alone. No one was there to have witnessed the struggle in the first place, and…

  • OF LEAKING CEILINGS & LACKING POWER

    The Sunday Archives, Vol.2, No.5 My dear reader, how have you been faring during these past two weeks? I hope life has treated you with the grace you deserve, and that you find yourself in a state of contentment?You must forgive my absence and the missing entry from last week, my dear friends. The realm…