Geranium leaf earrings, hoops, rose-gold. Dancing, dangling, sometimes playing peek-a-boo between strands of hair, sometimes on full peacock display. I don’t know this part well … Read More ›
Category: Whimsical Unnonsense
I am stripped bare of defenses, because what defense can there be against love that’s uncomplicated and pure? I cannot move. I cannot speak. It … Read More ›
Hidden in her casement, deceptively passive, as the sum of her existence is dissolved, unwatched, and wrought anew. Bitter-blooded tenderness, finespun and fiercely held, may, … Read More ›