Lightning-illuminated snapshots thunder through my dreamscape, each zoom-lens freeze-frame pictorial saturated with sensory color: pregnant skies rumbling their imminent water break, city skyline reflecting the impending dark through high-rise glass… Read more »
. Penetration Dance of light through unstill depths So I, too, swim in you .
There is something intoxicating about thunderstorms. Not just rain. Whether it’s a drizzle or a downpour matters not; there is nothing special to me about droplets hitting the ground, no… Read more »
Needle-sharp icy shards pinprick memories of unkept promises. . In the night, even in dreams, she no longer speaks his name.