It’ll End In Tears

Song To The Siren
Fond Affections
The Last Day
Another Day
Waves Become Wings
Dreams Made Flesh
Not Me
A Single Wish


It’ll End in Tears is the first album released by 4AD collective This Mortal Coil, an umbrella title for a loose grouping of guest musicians and vocalists brought together by label boss Ivo Watts-Russell. The twelve tracks of the album are illustrated here, in proper order.

featuring Model: Emma Rocherolle
all Photographs by Michelle Gemma
Spicer Mansion, Mystic, CT  USA

Morgan age 18

“Activate”                                                                                                                                        featuring Model: Morgan Vail, age 19
from the ongoing series “Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl”—
a timeline of photographs over 19 years with the same model 
Mystic, CT USA
Photograph by Michelle Gemma















Secret World


the gravity of the needle drop
always fascinated me
never more so when my father
bought my mother
a pair of 45 RPM singles
as a parting gift upon their divorce

“too much too little too late” by deniece williams
& johnny mathis, and “count on me” by jefferson starship.
I remember thinking, “did he miss the mixed message?”
i would play these records over and over
looking for hidden clues
as to why I was even looking to begin with. I kept searching
for my father’s voice in the words, but the maudlin lyrics made
me loathe him beyond the obvious.

my mother didn’t like records, or music as entertainment.
one day, when the whole family
was to spend some quality time spring cleaning,
i put on an 8 track of the Beatles, thinking I would see my mother
pep up to the catchy beat of her one favorite band. when I went in to
the kitchen to catch a glimpse of her at the height of domestic bliss,
she just asked to me to turn it down.

I had been unwittingly let in to a secret world
where communication is a currency all its own

Grand Cross


each careful crevice
is a calculated burden
the exaltation of the sudden
the acclaim of the other

each luminous caress
is a courtesy
an accomplishment all it’s own

ideas desire to coalesce around
our better precedence
like a new moon in aries
the previous distance from decadence

the date on the calendar has passed,
is always passing
a reflective juncture which demands
one choice between two worlds
the ignition of intuition
gains measure in the ensuing reveal

Exit Strategy


the door closes quickly
as a loud commotion
there are still roads to traverse

it’s an exit strategy
the appeal of inner calculation-
your garbled gable senses
an advantage without a reverse

consent, complicating the totality
of our image- an irreversible reclamation.
this implied construct of allowence’s
deception could not erase the curse.

the archive of our functional commonality
dissipates in a hissing enunciation,
a sacrificial dissolution of the harnesses
that tethered every verse

this vapor of vacant tonality
delineates the idea of qualification
a predetermined absence of consequence
with lips coiled tight in a concealed purse