Over the half-finished houses night comes. The builders stand on the roof. It is quiet after the hammers, the pulleys hang slack. Giants, the roofwalkers, on a listing deck, the wave of darkness about to break on their heads. The sky is a torn sail where figures pass magnified, shadows on a burning deck. —AdrienneContinue reading “Builder”


“My life is no longer pulled in different directions or tied to anyone or anything; it is closed in on itself in the silence of death. I turn off the light and shut my eyes. I feel the rhythmic movement of the train as it rolls into the unknown; this movement also brings me peace—theContinue reading “Platforms”