Ughten
There is a time of twilight — those moments of almost-light when the sun is not showing above the horizon line — that takes place, not at night, but… Read more »
There is a time of twilight — those moments of almost-light when the sun is not showing above the horizon line — that takes place, not at night, but… Read more »
I watch through the rain-spattered windshield as the flock rises as one out of the winter-mud flooded field, dirt-darkened white wings showing gray against the not-quite-light sky. Their awkwardly graceful… Read more »
shadows fall unstraight, stroking sunlit skin like wisps of mem’ry, chiaroscuro silhouettes reminiscent of a lover’s touch
It’s not something I actively think about. His build. Mine. Our differences. Oh, I can describe him. And I do. Often. In terms that make corporeal sense. Lean. Sinewy…. Read more »