Thursday, September 04, 2014

my literary magazine, amomancies, has launched!

Sunday, July 27, 2014

amomancies now out in glossy hardcopy full-sized format

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Sunday, July 13, 2014

amomancies on the verge

On July 18th, 2014, my literary magazine "amomancies" will launch simultaneously in glossy hardcopy and pdf format.

for further information, visit

It is my goal to establish a quarterly journal of beautiful romantic and erotic poetry, merged with evocative full-page images, each one a work of art suitable for framing.

My creative friends from the world of poetry, photography and modeling will be joining me in this journey and I hope you come along.

The physical magazine will be $10.95 (USD) and we'll have more information on that as the day approaches.  The pdf edition, viewable on tablets, computers and smartphones, will be free to view and distribute.

Thanks to all the amazing people who have helped to launch this project, and to those who have stepped up and asked to be included in future issues.

Sunday, June 08, 2014

The Feast of the Night

I make myself a sacrifice, the price of loving is precious.
To give all.  Flesh and heart and strength.  The rage of quiet affection.
Perfection a path, not a citadel.  Hell fears my words.  Hush.  Hush
and listen to the roaring silence, imploring a moment, shun
the japing mockery of those who cannot understand that love
is both divine and diverse, perverse and pristine, between the seals
the veils fall and we are left, surrendered, feast to raven and dove
who will both feed on the seed of our coeur rage and what it reveals
about the nature of our barefoot hearts, dancing the patterns found
in the mysteries of our histories.  Kisses in kairos.  Breathe.
Breathe and find my breath in your lungs, an intoxicant.  Hope, unbound
and tied with a ribbon that unwinds where we dare our wills to sheathe.
Accept me for what I am.  All I am.  Lover and acolyte.
This, a holy day commemorated in the feast of the night.

William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.

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