a moment
It falls from the storybook like a pressed flower preserved between the weight of pages. The heft of life stashed sturdy with both great regard and regret. A book you stow away where only tiptoed reflection can reach. The novel that remains unfinished and unedited. The stories that have chapters but seemingly no stringing theme … Continue reading a moment
SHE GILDS THE LILY: a lavish waste of words and wonder 