Swept Arts

Photo Essay from Chloe Mighton

© – Chloe Mighton 2014...


Anima Libra – Part III

The website bothered the hell out of me, not just due to the content, but something felt off about the pictures themselves.  They looked way too perfect, almost manufactured.  The...


Gangsterland

  I’m crashing my way through six blocks of coral reef to your heart. When I speak of heart I am not referring to the paper red cut-outs that we...


Faith

  They are breaking down the doors, my enemies, my emotions, my own heart aching as the world raises its loathsome weapon;   a hanging rope of scorn to choke...


The Fever

  After she left me, I was in a fever. I wanted chaos. I wanted never ending darkness. I tore down the curtains, clawed at the wall paper and I...


The Rook

  Camouflaged with the dusty appearance of brick and mortar, Richard nestled into his lunchtime nook. He did not need to conceal himself, he was concealed through parlour tricks of...


My Weekend War

  First read the books of Bushido in ascending order. Toques in the summer taunt the delirious weatherman. Lobster dinner and a novel approach freedom at record speed. Sharks have...


Longing

Longing If ever there were time to fly and soar upon the blackest sky: brave thunder, lightning, and heavy rain, t’would be to see your face again.   © –...