Names Falling

The Fall, ©2013. Ink on paper.   The Names Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows, I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened, Then Baxter and Calabro, Davis and Eberling, names… Continue reading Names Falling

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The Ghosts

The Ghosts, altered polaroid. Forever, in your house, in your garden, in corridors of dreams… –from Ghost by CYNTHIA HUNTINGTON