At dusk, the sky begins in pale blue— the color of glass held […]
I ache for you; like fire beneath skin, your name a pulse beating […]
The evening lowers its blue veil over Whitby, and windows kindle along the […]
Fall, leaves, fall— not gently, but like small flames abandoning the branches one […]
The evening gathers slowly at the pane, as if the dark were learning […]
A stone has no reason to remember us. It was old before the […]