Tag Archives: shadows
It gets cold out there, the weight of shadows pressing on her lonely heart. (Photo by Brassai) Advertisements
Budding sorceress, basking in a siege of text– long shadows at dusk.
In the heart of shadows, you will find light’s hive humming– how Boogeymen fade.
Childhood, as a static port or fixed constellation, remains an ongoing historical fiction, in which small deaths, consigned to witnesses, inevitably breed the shadows of regeneration.
Abiding the testimonial of scattered crumbs and clefted petals, I will follow you the snaky length of impossible and hidden places; I will follow you, claiming the hem of your shadow as my guide.