Midnight hour

black and white, bridge and rising moon

Bathed in the spectral radiance of the full moon, Edges of fancy become distinct for a heartbeat, Shimmering with each toll of the hour. At the boundary between yesterday and tomorrow. A foot in both dimensions, I stand timorous, Hesitant in my decision. I walk toward the light...

White icing

She comes across as some sort of ingénue. The virginal girl-next-door who needs to be protected from unsavory elements. The dupes who believe her impersonation, don't know about her surreptitious life carried out in the darkest corners of the most sordid venues. They don't know she has honed her storytelling skills to an art form. … Continue reading White icing