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Liam Quin (it, they or him)
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Literature

Nine

When i said i saw nine ravens plucking at a duck’s liver What i really meant was,        It’s cold outside, wrap up warm before the storm. When i wrote, A witch hammered a nail through my heart What i really meant was,        I love you madly, oh so madly When i left nine black pebbles on your kitchen table What i really meant was,        Have a great day at work darling. When i left you nine bowls of blackberries What i really hoped was        They would take away the dark spirits that came between us When i cried for nine hours sitting by your side What i needed was        To know you’d come home again Be

Noticed

9 deviations
Literature

Dark Altar

Winters come and winters go Obsidian whitened by blowing snow Blood-memories fade; my hunger gnaws With a tolling bell I sound the call Summers come and summers go Creepers rise, drink rain and grow Branches shadow where green moss hides Long-forgotten signs carved in my sides Children come and children know To fear the darkness down below In springtime when emotions are high The call is heard of ravens’ cry Autumn’s ever a time of shadow Of dying and crying, of waxing woe Young flesh climbs quickly up Creepers bind and soon— I sup.

Poetry

28 deviations
Literature

The Last Dance

After dinner, Marvin took me to a nightclub. He yelled into my ear, “This is too tame, let’s go somewhere special” and after a few drinks, a few stupid drinks, I was ready to follow him anywhere. Marvin had wild hair gelled into a dozen cylinders that glowed with LED embedded stars. He wore a dark red leather jacket that glowed under the nightclub lights, occult-looking circles and symbols. He had a body that moved smoothly, sensuously, a snake hypnotizing its victim. I followed Marvin down some steps, out of the back door, down Queen Street West a ways and then North into Nassau Street. A back alleyway in the cold November night. Metal blaring through heavy doors. The doorman gestured with one thumb and we went up the fire escape and into… and into the nightclub out of hell. There was smoke everywhere — not cigarette smoke, nothing so cheap. Not even cigars. These were hookahs, and I dared not wonder what was in them as we inched past the people sitting at the little round tables

Prose

18 deviations
Handcuffs-tiny
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Adult Writing

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Cobbled Street

Nudes, Angst, Adult Writing

111 deviations
books in a row

Top Twenty

21 deviations
Red Sunset

Portfolio Items

27 deviations
Cherry Valley Reeds

Nature

82 deviations
Cobbled Street

Photography

313 deviations
Calligraphy

Calligraphy

23 deviations

Typography

13 deviations
Literature

Dark Altar

Winters come and winters go Obsidian whitened by blowing snow Blood-memories fade; my hunger gnaws With a tolling bell I sound the call Summers come and summers go Creepers rise, drink rain and grow Branches shadow where green moss hides Long-forgotten signs carved in my sides Children come and children know To fear the darkness down below In springtime when emotions are high The call is heard of ravens’ cry Autumn’s ever a time of shadow Of dying and crying, of waxing woe Young flesh climbs quickly up Creepers bind and soon— I sup.

Spirit

58 deviations
Cobbled Street

Travel

155 deviations

Drawings and Mixed Media

21 deviations
Rennes Window

Castles and Splendid Buildings

65 deviations
Shrine to the Sacred Muse

Old Books

24 deviations
Squiggles.cgi

Abstract

13 deviations
Easter Eggs

Macro and Objects

68 deviations
Tuna, the Samoyed Dog

Animal People

42 deviations
ThumbHub Bot Page

DA Related

2 deviations
Two Daleks Fighting Each Other With Light Sabers

Scraps

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