Movie Stills.

Illuminate me from within. Poetry should be exquisite,¬†concise. (It doesn’t sound like what I write, that description.) I was afraid of losing you, of falling through the ice alone and landing somewhere dark and cold, but it wasn’t as frightening as I thought. I waited for a while and then you didn’t follow, and it […]

Always it’s the same debate: is it early or is it late?

That slippery moment when night gives way to dawn, to morning, to sunrise, to day, when fingers are chilled and eyelids accustomed to be happily open and kept that way – unwilling to shut without giving way to some sort of guilt, some sort of fear of time that’s been wasted, of clouds growing clear […]