à minuit

the boney moon, dragged by hibiscus over the red hills.Your moth wings baby-rattling the drowning of the stars, the symmetry of our skeletons for asylum; the moon, she finds my darkness by the Katsura leaves. The atramental vagary of her lays in my hands. psithurism, algedonic to the death strokes when she flutters, how she… Read More à minuit

our ghosts.

our ghosts accompany loneliness… mirrors of distant memory      find to the dusk like at sea      a memento in a dream      that eludes me and floats…      Orange blossoms into Ophelia’s violets and the granitic rocks      rush to the red dust for how quietly time has passed  through the statuary of rock… Read More our ghosts.

This night.

summer, pilgrimage of the ewe; the blood sun breaks upon death— is the symmetry of the flower where an ocean throws the moon’s noose, leaving to the knot of a darker azure? dream, and you might too leave in the white rose of lips; sewn a monolith  exchanging, in perfidy, a child at the river… Read More This night.

You handsome devil.

The first chip in the axeis in the ebony winterfingers craving on the freshvein of apples,madness, an old wine, the tender briarof the moon and drunkmorpheus to a shorethat never bleeds;seduction to the redstrawberries / naked insanitiesto veiled black feathers,we’ll not waitfor the moon to commit suicide.Have our tombs,six months in winter,six months in spring;… Read More You handsome devil.

Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part II.

She grappled his face. “You don’t get to say shit like that. Not after this fucked off day. You can go fuck off too if you keep saying that.”

“I’ve never seen you so sentimental.”

“It’s not like you’d remember,” Lauren sighed, only now feeling how sweated up her tank-top had become.

“Ouch. Low blow.”… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 6 Part II.

“dream (returning hand in hand)” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution.

I’m very happy to announce that my poem “dream (returning hand in hand)” has been published in Free Verse Revolution. It was written for the August submission theme, dreams and nightmares, under my pseudonym. You can read the poem here. My utmost thanks and gratitude to Kristiana Reed for accepting my piece. As always, I… Read More “dream (returning hand in hand)” Poem Published in Free Verse Revolution.


in starry death, dido falls like the star, an explosion to the peremptory mouths of sea; the sun bums a cigarette, we are morsels to her; i, alone, do not grieve, but dreams black and ténébreux fall to dissection of God, troglodyte & beast. © 2020 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved. Written for the dVerse prompt:… Read More undo.

Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 5 Part I.

“You are a sheer pain in the ass. If you were not my damn brother, I would have left you to rot in those fields,” Lauren murmured making sure that Tom couldn’t hear.

The downpour was getting heavy, but that was not the reason for Lauren’s worry. She was still trying to calculate the entire process she had to escape this dreaded island; and the hiss she heard was bothering her.… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 5 Part I.


the moon kissesus both; knowingthe white tumuli of bloodat our feetis ours; in a dream,I’ve been the meronymyof ocean to ocean; I would see the black starsand their explosionsinto a sea of pareidolia but these dreamsa fidelity of bloodthe first of the blinded eyeto see the bone-white frostand thorns at duskswayed in thebroken troughof skin… Read More Hellebores.

“Poet Don Puts a Question to his Little Flock” by Don Matthews.

What do you think is the difference between (Your minds you will need to unblock) A jeweler, and also a jailer? Think hard my dear lovely little flock (mumble….mumble….think….think….) We don’t know Poet Don…. One watches cells and the other sells watches…. (blank looks all round….) (What am I doing wrong?….) Poet Don has a… Read More “Poet Don Puts a Question to his Little Flock” by Don Matthews.

Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 4.

Clutching a sharp knife from her satchel, she sliced away and pushed aside the climbers and branches that obtruded in their way; Lauren forged her way through the forest, Tom following right behind her. They had drawn closer to the neck of the woods, occupied by trees laden with luscious and succulent fruits, that stretched for a few miles.… Read More Novel Collaboration (“Identify”): Chapter 4.

“THEATRE PLAY” by Writers Adventurers.

Monologue A theater performance that takes place in an apartment building; four apartments inhabited by four people who all live alone for various reasons Six monologues that are linked together.                                  ACT 1 Apartment 1A. Set in a small apartment where most things are still in moving boxes One  woman is very distressed, because she can… Read More “THEATRE PLAY” by Writers Adventurers.