With horrible finality the neck snaps, red goes everywhere, all over the floor, the table and I ask myself, out loud, alone, like a mad person but I am not mad, what have I done? I twisted too hard, applied … Continue reading →

I am but a candle, wax and wick, only here to inspire and enlighten, yet, for all my glory, witness how I know the limits of my own power to illuminate the unkind darkness and create warm memory in mind.