A gang of candles, crowded by small diligent hands, dim, crowded luminance dancing across walls, shadows flirt with joining night. Day finds concentration’s curious folly; lids removed, wax scraped under tiny fingernails, brow furrowed and then a delicate wipe across denim as escape from a sticky hold. Dark crawls cold through cracked windows, the creep […]
Read MoreI want to see your words, not hear them as they fall from fast lips and quick tongue, but watch the soft waves of them as they travel through air, rippling across time, ricocheting off walls and misgivings. Solid words, splashing into oceans as if concrete blankets, fiercely protective, gentle, yet diving with unstoppable force […]
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