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No smirch selfless,
ever a wan anaemic,
I rip.
Maven,
I wage bites
sure of a foe.
Russet,
I beg
a wine vampiric —
I mean:
an aware vessel,
flesh crimson....
No smirch selfless,
ever a wan anaemic,
I rip.
Maven,
I wage bites
sure of a foe.
Russet,
I beg
a wine vampiric —
I mean:
an aware vessel,
flesh crimson....
By light,
we mull
their lull
of flight
and white
of skull,
but gulls,
tonight,
will flock
to shore
and swarm
the dock,
before
the storm....
By light,
we mull
their lull
of flight
and white
of skull,
but gulls,
tonight,
will flock
to shore
and swarm
the dock,
before
the storm....
No smirch selfless,
ever a wan anaemic,
I rip.
Maven,
I wage bites
sure of a foe.
Russet,
I beg
a wine vampiric —
I mean:
an aware vessel,
flesh crimson....
No smirch selfless,
ever a wan anaemic,
I rip.
Maven,
I wage bites
sure of a foe.
Russet,
I beg
a wine vampiric —
I mean:
an aware vessel,
flesh crimson....
Daedalus, nine pass….
I, Minos, add a son.
I miss a peninsula, dead.
Spool's end: Air, an isle….
Vary. A way ravels in
Ariadne’s loops.
Daedalus, nine pass….
I, Minos, add a son.
I miss a peninsula, dead.
Spool's end: Air, an isle….
Vary. A way ravels in
Ariadne’s loops.
Daedalus, nine pass….
I, Minos, add a son.
I miss a peninsula, dead.
Spool's end: Air, an isle….
Vary. A way ravels in
Ariadne’s loops.
Daedalus, nine pass….
I, Minos, add a son.
I miss a peninsula, dead.
Spool's end: Air, an isle….
Vary. A way ravels in
Ariadne’s loops.
Sky white.
Rain,
as fawns adorn my morns....
A dawn
as fainter whisky.
Sky white.
Rain,
as fawns adorn my morns....
A dawn
as fainter whisky.
Sky white.
Rain,
as fawns adorn my morns....
A dawn
as fainter whisky.
Sky white.
Rain,
as fawns adorn my morns....
A dawn
as fainter whisky.
We name opal lore.
We sleep agape, else we roll
a poem anew.
We name opal lore.
We sleep agape, else we roll
a poem anew.
We name opal lore.
We sleep agape, else we roll
a poem anew.
We name opal lore.
We sleep agape, else we roll
a poem anew.
I am delighted to announce the release of my new EP — BLONDER: three short compositions experimenting with guitar tone. The EP is available from my website (anthonyetherin.com/shop/p/blonder).
You can also hear it for free on YouTube:
youtu.be/GbFeBXPjBh0
I am delighted to announce the release of my new EP — BLONDER: three short compositions experimenting with guitar tone. The EP is available from my website (anthonyetherin.com/shop/p/blonder).
You can also hear it for free on YouTube:
youtu.be/GbFeBXPjBh0
This includes my collection THE ROBOTS OF BABYLON:
penteractpress.com/store/the-ro...
This includes my collection THE ROBOTS OF BABYLON:
penteractpress.com/store/the-ro...
This includes my collection THE ROBOTS OF BABYLON:
penteractpress.com/store/the-ro...
This includes my collection THE ROBOTS OF BABYLON:
penteractpress.com/store/the-ro...
I am delighted to announce the release of my new EP — BLONDER: three short compositions experimenting with guitar tone. The EP is available from my website (anthonyetherin.com/shop/p/blonder).
You can also hear it for free on YouTube:
youtu.be/GbFeBXPjBh0
I am delighted to announce the release of my new EP — BLONDER: three short compositions experimenting with guitar tone. The EP is available from my website (anthonyetherin.com/shop/p/blonder).
You can also hear it for free on YouTube:
youtu.be/GbFeBXPjBh0
Go flat, urbanised....
A cradle here held arcades
in a brutal fog.
Go flat, urbanised....
A cradle here held arcades
in a brutal fog.
This composition explores delay effects and features a single, unaccompanied guitar performance:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBWC...
This composition explores delay effects and features a single, unaccompanied guitar performance:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBWC...
Go flat, urbanised....
A cradle here held arcades
in a brutal fog.
Go flat, urbanised....
A cradle here held arcades
in a brutal fog.
They stop
and perch
atop
the church,
a choir
below
the spire:
The crows.
Each caw
enlists
ten more.
The mist
is grey
as clay.
They stop
and perch
atop
the church,
a choir
below
the spire:
The crows.
Each caw
enlists
ten more.
The mist
is grey
as clay.