Hello gang, here’s wee poem for you today, accompanied by a still of an animation I made – ‘The Collective Unconscious’. I wrote this poem on the night of a blue moon…so inevitably it’s about the moon, as well as mood cycles (something I’m compelled to write about due to my rather cyclical mood swings). Also, for those who don’t know, ‘Toska’ is a Russian word that roughly translates to a particular kind of lugubriousness. It can range between a great spiritual anguish to a dispiriting boredom. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy it.


now I see a full moon

soon to be coated in shadow

resurrecting pained bodies

ailments suddenly known

wounds as open

and vulnerable as ever

before, steaming dulcet toska

like blood

unil waif

left vacant and still

soon ready to be in light once more

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