Angel’s first birthday, My excited daughters decorate the terrace, with crude hand-made posters and scraps of paper, and a colorful paper cake painted with care. They hand out tiny invitations ‘Be ready – it is going to be awesome!’ They spend hours preparing for their…

After Dusk The library’s newest intern tucks the last book into the stacks, 735.4, a slick plastic coating over the 4-color cover; she taps the spine, pushes the book into alignment with the shelf mates, wishes the section a good evening, pushes her empty cart…

prompt 20 hour 20   light   it’s there just behind the eyes in nawayee…the centre where our greatest gift is our light.   it’s there in all of us just behind the eyes where promises to our Ancestors filled us before they dreamed us…

Click, Whoosh!  the flame sprang to life Click, zwoop! the flame died again On and off like a switch, not really serving a purpose, it was mindless, focused And as you watched it flicker something stirred in the darkness. A feeling, somewhat profound, somewhat dangerous, but…

It’s dawn already. But last night, my eyes were tortured By the insane intensity of my phone’s backlight. I wept. I fell asleep, only to locate my phone With no torch light close by. It’s difficult seeing in the dark. It’s even more difficult staring…

Onyx thoughts. Traveling by night. Following a stranger. Hoping I do right. No kin will ever cross a desert to aee a body Interred in sand and time. But my onyx mind suggests if I search For kin For friends For love There will be…

The LED desk lamp sits on my shelf sidelined Hate its cold blue light. Give me the old dim light as long as it’s warm and yellow. I’m not the inside of a fridge.

{Making Snow Angels} ~In All The Bullshit Around Me~ ***I Adjust My Halo*** 《And Dig In.》

Rainbow fragments scattered across the kitchen floor. Small pudgy hands grab at them, as low golden sun hangs heavy, low and sweet in the afternoon heat.

edge of darkness in two caliginous corners of the world; inky midnight – yours, seductive pre-dawn, mine. gathering desire in lonelier arms… some alchemy, in the silhouette and daguerreotype; caressed by caliginous contours of plumes, all negativity turns to light!