DARCY GREY

NOTES OF A STRANGERS MIND

  • High above and home in the Montana plains.

    There’s an immense open shoot of land placed in front of me with a melancholy that blows like whistling wind far and high across the Montana plains. Stretched in the background, two gentle sleeping giants that come into focus as the eyes frown and narrow down into slits. Like a hawks eye everything is brilliantly…

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    High above and home in the Montana plains.

  • Mrs.Hen

    “Did you take a photo of her?” This was the first thought that crossed my mind. It barrelled out of my mouth and into Blondies ears. And for some reason that question got to me. Right in my chest. Slammed dunked hard against the ribs crushing the soft fleshy red… Read More ⇢

    Mrs.Hen

  • Beware the man that doesn’t see.

    My Dear, Beware the man that doesn’t see. And see the flower that turns your eye upon it. Gently moving from one side and to the other And then beware the man that cuts it from its ground. Presented as a token piece. With words as offerings from the Gods.… Read More ⇢

    Beware the man that doesn’t see.

  • Train Dreams

    A piano melody plays. It’s random with clashing tones and repetitive drones, little notes flicking by as the evening draws in. With muffled voices and faded laughs. And as the lick of the tune goes on, a train dumbly carrying passengers from work to homes rattles on by. One cave… Read More ⇢

    Train Dreams

  • This Land Between

    This morning I swatted a fly, straight handed slap across my face as I woke up. There was dry spittle on the corners of my mouth and the bed sheets stuck to me like old mill-due honey, wanting to carry on what was the night before and so on. That… Read More ⇢

    This Land Between

  • The Dance of the River Song

    And there, underneath the tall grass lie all of the Words. Malignant creatures created by our greeds. With wry smiles they point their pointed fingers, spells cast out like a net catching those wide eyed and stupefied, the ones yearning for the meaning they carry. These are the creatures that… Read More ⇢

    The Dance of the River Song

  • El camino de mi Alma

    I’ll tell ya Annie, one of these days, you listenin’? One of these day’s we’ll get out of this Godless place. We’ll go so far they’ll just give up and stop looking for us, you hear me? A place so far away where it’s just you and me, imagine it.… Read More ⇢

    El camino de mi Alma

  • Roarin’

    “You know somethin’? Sometimes in the shadows of darkness itself, it seems so desolate that dying feels like an easy way out. And even though I know you’re not reading this, my body wants to believe. But there, deep in the bound tightening knots lies a cowardice I can’t escape.… Read More ⇢

    Roarin’

  • Of Men of Wars

    What is Red? It surrounds us and it’s in us. With the power of torrents, of colossal rivers flowing, it torments as it engulfs. Spreading the spears of armies across fields yet unsown. Its colourless dreams filled in with brazen brushstrokes of brutish beasts. Its the deafening silence separating. Its… Read More ⇢

    Of Men of Wars

  • Endlessly

    When that day comes, and if you remember me, don’t think of dampness or cold blue mornings mist. But think of all the smells of summer, and petal flowers, and that touch between our lips. Then think on how it felt, when we held each other, like that, our own… Read More ⇢

    Endlessly