C.L.Lloyd

the poetry.

ceremonial magick

  • McQueen

    When Alexander McQueen said,  give me time and I’ll give you a fucking  revolution, I felt that.  I felt the latches unlock from their  gates one, by one, by one.  Magick made a vision for me.  The moon took time in its hands  crushing it into stars, and kissed  my little forehead just so.  Every plane… Read more

  • Make Me Virgil

    Time has a way of gifting its victories, like sunlit garden kisses, sweet with finally, finally, after an age-long dance of longing.  Time, make me Virgil. See me toil in the soil of words, black with the wet of lands that shallow hands will never know, ever.  Key holder, astral pirate, bring me Keats bones, let me converse with Claudel, how she held the… Read more