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There are stories, chanced to be heard in silent scars– listen with your eyes. Advertisements
Hope, that thing unfettered, soul’s window flung open, to bask, to air myself, unabated, no past to claim or follow.
Nutrition fact: Did you know that windows like to eat writers who diet on silence and dust-motes, they swallow the writers whole, or in fragments, devouring them slowly, ever so slowly, until all that remains is a ghost, where a … Continue reading
She, the heroine, in the still of her own life– Christ, how far to go? (Photo by Cindy Sherman)
If you gaze long enough into a lighted window at night, eventually the lighted window goes dark. (i.e., Common Sense for Uncommonly Complicated Philosophers Who Hang out at Starbucks and Read Immanuel Kant While Hoping That the Nerdy-Cute Barista Finally … Continue reading
The house, the chair, the vintage attire, the cloud-pastried sky with no limits, time and again she projected herself into someone else’s life, their memories and reality, and saw herself reflected as if a happy mannequin behind lucent glass.
Roses near to grief, how petals kiss death softly, then fall, just because.
Storm’s furious lash, pane of glass caulking sorrow– Home drawn in softly.
Ripe apple, shaded, beckons the encroaching light– at the core, Divine.