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Peat and marshlands have such a conservative power that you can find thousand-years old organic matter fossilised in pristine conditions ! So I hope you can be satisfied with your contributions on this earth, because the bog never forgets.

This site is for me to spread my art everywhere like mud. I mostly have writing up in the archive, including an ongoing fiction, Shreds and Riffs, and a pile of various things that could be poetry... or not.

I make (and enjoy !) a lot of art related to bodies. Raw bodily experience, sexual, painful, transformative, horrifying, sometimes all of the above and more. It can be heavy, so if it's not in your ballpark, feel free to skip.

Latest Shreds

The three of them found themselves before a narrow, dirty front, a lonely bright square of white in the barely lit street. The tall, dark-skinned girl took point, guiding the troupe inside of the incredibly cramped pizzeria and saluting the tired looking man behind the plywood counter:

"Evening boss, can I get-uh... medium farmer, a large meat-lover and-uh..." she turned towards the hooded figure.
"What do you like ? I'm covering."

There I come a-knocking

Freshest Bone

An explosion of fur and teeth, unraveling slowly below me. I feel lied to, that something so terrifying can feel so right. What other unknown sensation is waiting for me in this reality ?

A blur of red

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