Light Junkies
No squinting. No pinching back the light. Only compulsion and slack-bodied surrender. Flame-singed wingtips Corpuscles popping at hints of heat. I know why. Gossamer gold glimmers in luminous Light We …
Read MoreNo squinting. No pinching back the light. Only compulsion and slack-bodied surrender. Flame-singed wingtips Corpuscles popping at hints of heat. I know why. Gossamer gold glimmers in luminous Light We …
Read MoreI’ve been asked about the symbolic meaning of the moth. It took me a few days to really jive with this amazing creature, but once allowed access, I was given …
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