Serena Solaire

Sheep in wolf’s clothing

Serena Solaire — Tue, 01 Sep 2026 13:57:06 GMT

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I see you watching me, so you might as well come in.

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Objects.

Here are the objects that have obsessed me since the telephone first rang and I heard you breathing on the other end of the line.

My favourite—the black telephone. Heavy, rotary, with a crochet-covered cord. Every time I move it around the room the inside machinery rings. 

It came by mail postmarked from Brussels under the name A. Van Der Eyken. 

That’s what I’ll call you until you tell me another name (for I know you have many). 

I’ll call you A.

All I Can Do Is Feel You

Serena Solaire — Tue, 25 Aug 2026 22:39:13 GMT

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“I’m going to play with you until you forget your name.”

Like an incantation you repeat the words
Again and again
In this empty room.

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It starts at the mouth
The first organ of need.

Diary of Locked Desire

Serena Solaire — Sun, 16 Aug 2026 00:21:59 GMT

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In a secret, intimate, almost mythical sense,                                                                           I cannot know all that I am.

Photography no longer proves, it translates.

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There are a thousand ways to photograph
because there are a thousand ways to exist.

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