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Alchemisland

Neuralchemy, summoning lost worlds, astral womb knowledge

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  • Angelic legacy

    To shepherd’s delight, sky fluster’s pie Meanwhile, angels in tatty dusters shuffle house to house Muttering under blessed breaths the breadthless names Infinity gave itself with a quill of flames. On the bottom shelf, frayed and yellowing, Its binding frail, a mislabelled book of names; Those who will enter paradise through its famous gates. Thumbed…

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    29th Apr 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • The why

    I’ve eaten meals whose completion is tantamount to martyrdom Scores of corpses, strange corps of flagellants carted them To a burning place upon the furze-furnished moor at Burnhaimlaice. I’ve dined cold on a thousand mould-drenched trenchers Not to have to work. Coughing down coffindown, prophet-mouthed spiders, and vile flowers, Not to have to serve. Having…

    alchemisland

    29th Apr 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Inkpot inkblot

    Every child dreams upon his first denial Of uprooting through guile the arrogant titans Who by gifted title tithe a life I write I write I whip the tide I forbid its returning, as did it every other time. For every hundred blunted hours I’ve spent writing Blunting biros upon a chiaroscuro Bible Bound with…

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    29th Apr 2026
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    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • The poisoner’s advice

    Morgue ferns sweeten my hellebore tea Mordant reserves leaking out of my unpreservable diary. I will abroad, the board struck like a close-up broadside They will applaud, else I would resort By responding with undue thought the direst reports Of my uncordial fruit’s swordsome chorus.

    alchemisland

    29th Apr 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
  • Starving

    Our bleating goat we ate Japelessly on day sixty three This scant bay where no dove plays Where no plugless flow cascades Only leafless Burren A stone-fisted wasteland I hate this place. While with mind and rind enjuiced I shape In vile paces, with a lost man’s patience, A latent grave to suit my changed…

    alchemisland

    29th Apr 2026
    Filí my pockets
    alchemisland, creative writing, poem, poetry
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