Haberdashery

SunStealer

Tue, 08 Sep 2026 21:03:13 +0100

Produced 2022. Prints Available.

Dreadfield

Tue, 08 Sep 2026 21:01:13 +0100

Produced 2022. Prints Available.

Night

Tue, 08 Sep 2026 17:20:03 +0100

"I want to wake to the sounds of rain;
Of it dancing on the glass; 
Then like honey running 
down the windowpane.
It settles in me some noise;
Some yearning for closed skies
and darker nights; For the silence
of god; To be seen only in her
eyes. 

But the day still breaks: 
searing  its likeness into
the sky; Crisp blue fire; 
Blinding; Sterilising my 
inspirations; Words become
ash in my mouth; The terrible
action of creation withers
and dies in daylight.

But as night blankets us again
in all its predatory beauty;
I would take a knife to the stars;
and carve her name upon
the heavens; so all may know
why the night belongs
to her."

King of the Mountain

Tue, 08 Sep 2026 16:06:32 +0100

Produced 2022. Prints available.

Wander, Wonderer.

Tue, 25 Aug 2026 01:10:16 +0100

Wander, wonderer; Lose yourself;
Shed yourself like lizard skin
and bathe in the sun; Naked;
Revealed; Bereft of concern;
Jazz-like; Smoke drifting through
the air on a lazy Sunday, moved
only by the motion of lovers
steps.
Allow yourself the path; The road
less travelled; Be a shrike to the world;
Prickled thorns be not your enemy;
But aqua regia for the soul; Transmutation;
Lesser made whole by movement; Not destination;
Allow yourself the path less travelled;
And you will find distant lands of
song and splendour.
Embrace me, then; As a tree the sun;
As a leaf the crack of a boot; Natural;
Accepted; Inevitable like a lovers grip;
Like a rivers path; Like the grave; But bury
me shallow; So I may feel the rain upon
my skin.
And I do so love the touch of rain.

Untitled

Sun, 23 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000


Dawn breaks in a way only known to sea ice
	under a seasons change;
		Under the knife known by its edge;
			And nothing less;		
				Slice; dear sun; and bring 
					forth the day; Rapturous decline;
						Sleep. 

		
But you will learn to love me;
	Fading into the light; All things revealed;	
		Hope of the night; Obsidian dreams concealed; Survive;
			Push through: Embrace; Make right; 
				She waits henceforth; As winter does; 
					As a predator; Gift giver; So hunt, or hunted. 

				
				
The night is her property;
	Tenancy leased and gifted; A mistress;
		Confined; Defined; Aligned; Inclined to
			worship; Breaking under the sun; Return.
				No end; Only pause as the wind does;
					As the ocean does;
						As we all do;

						
					And you will learn to love me.

Links

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 14:25:41 +0100

You can find the scattered pieces of my brain on various platforms.

Commissions

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 14:25:40 +0100

Are you looking for some writing? Poetry? Essays? Articles? Short stories? What about some Art, or Audio narration work? I may be your man. I have experience working with clients of different sizes - from individuals, to medium sized business, and I’m sure we can come to an arrangement to get you something you’ll love. We can work within your budget and timeframe and make sure you end up with something you can be happy with and fits your needs.

No idea too big or small, pricing and timelines vary on a project to project basis, so the best way to find out is to get in touch with me at my email: haberdashing@proton.me, or reach out to me over Twitter at @_haberdasher.

Or head on over to my Kofi Commissions page for more information on standard options!

Cornish Cliffs

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Rodeo of Angels

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000

“A rodeo of angels;

Upon the back of God;

Giggling at the fortuned sons;

And brandishing the Devils rod

The primate song beneath them;

its dissonance unfurled;

Its tune a broken violin

of stories left untold..”

Silver Lines

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Produced 2025. Prints Available.

The Last Tree

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Produced 2025. Prints Available.

The Mountain Pass

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000

Produced in 2022. Prints available.

The Parlay of Love

Fri, 21 Aug 2026 00:00:00 +0000

“I met her there, upon my road to awe;

And watched the roses’ shameful retreat;

For she became my world once more;

And parlayed me to lustful defeat;

Her eyes cut me as diamonds do;

Her voice was silence gold;

Yet in my worries all I could see

is us both as we grew old.”

About

Sun, 09 Aug 2026 20:41:04 +0100

I’m Lucas: A scatterbrained mid 30’s creative.

The Haberdashery is my personal corner of the internet, where you can find my various creations: art, photography, various types of writing, and other assorted odds and ends, all provided for your viewing pleasure.