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The Fay of Glowing Lights
Vienna was twelve and she loved the night.
Especially when there was a moon out, even if it was just a fingernail of it with just enough light to make the night Van Gogh-esque.
A brighter one would have dimmed the light of the stars...
Knocked Out
After three knocks on the door, she entered his office. Her pitch-black velvet cloak glided across the floorboards as she walked towards him.
The man in question was looking out the window, letting sunlight seep into the room as he listened to an old...
Prelude to a Gig
San Francisco, back in the day, was everyone’s favorite city, ‘the city that knows how,’ cosmopolitan city by the bay, where one grew up with musicians and artists and writers walking its steep and windy streets in almost every neighborhood. This is a...
Bulul in the Midst of Change
The wind whispered and caressed the land. The night was filled with the symphony of crickets and things. It was music within the dark of the mountain, echoing, bouncing against the rice paddies that looked like the stairs of gods that made their...
Madonna of endless linen
Our lady of one day at a time
Our lady of veils allowed to droop
Our lady of the thrice-revised corner
Madonna of postponement
Madonna of a thumb in the eye
Our lady done with these pulling at my ears
Our lady but a tear in the equipment
Virgin of...
That male thing
“Come in,” he said in response to the five steady raps on his door. There was a soft squeak as the door opened to let in a waft of the shimmery perfume the woman was wearing. Lawrence Gaston, Director of the St. Francis...
