Hello friends! Thank you for visiting our site and following The Blue Hour. If you haven’t bought a copy of The Blue Hour Anthology Volume One yet, here is a great way to purchase this book and our newest book written by Philip Vermaas. Both books are available for 25 dollars, they would otherwise cost … Continue reading »
Infinite tendrils, weave exquisite patterns, forming an immaculate, delicate sheaf, while morning’s dew whispers, tales of forgotten woes, left scribbled on every leaf. Murmurs float gently, across solitary trees, to distant forests deep and dense, teasing the waving grasses, while coquettishly inflaming every sense. Listen! For the murmurs whisper to us all, listen carefully, as … Continue reading »
Yes well we are distant now, the past like a darkening wall between us, an illness. I touch the bricks with my fingers, break my nails as I try to scratch the cement, grey, bitter, can’t focus any longer. Her images are coming out of my chest, projected on the wall like good old slides, … Continue reading »
My father is not a market person, not a wanderer amongst the trinkets unless he’s committed to the whim of others and, in good humour, is going along and taking that measure of alleviation which you do when doing things others enjoy. My father is not a market person, he’s a scheduler and surgical shopper … Continue reading »
