Friday, September 10, 2010


Lilith ~ Jeff Simpson

At the centre of her chest there was a knot. Not the kind of knot that would hinder your daily routine, but the kind of knot that has been there so long that it becomes a part of your ghost: threaded through your thoughts and your temperament like gold filigree in the weave.
To those who knew her – and they were few - the knot was what defined Iskandor as one who would accept no less that clinical honesty in her dealings with the world and with her belief in the inherent truth of the Source. And for those who knew her well enough to care – an they were less than the fingers on one hand – Iskandor’s smile, when drawn forth by a chance irony or deep absurd observation, would release the knot momentarily, allowing her shoulders to drop from their customary square defence and letting free the light that shone within her through the lens of her crooked white teeth and the downcast rays of hope in her eyes.

From Decaying Orbits


JeffScape said...

In the interest of avoiding tossing heaps of sycophantic praise...

All I can state is, "I'm a fan."

Pisces Iscariot said...

Jeff: good choice on both counts :D
Glad to see you're reading "Cabin Fevre" hope you enjoy it.

Harlequin said...

i always like it when i can read about this wonderful character, iskandor. the yellow in the image is quite haunting and the ghost images and the visceral feelings are amazing and so well conveyed.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Harlequin: Iskandor has been growing for a number of years now - growing hard and angular.