You spent years underground, a larva, your skin brittle and papery, vulnerable you built your cocoon in darkness as black as your carapace. I found you that day, a jet flash in the May sun basking in the heat of urban concrete. I admired your gloss and spectacular size, a stag among beetles ready to […]
Day: May 26, 2018
Monochrome Magic
The past lingers in black and white, not painted with fingers but conjured with light. Fairy-tale turrets once decked with streaming pennants transformed by time into a wreck; now they have only sheep as tenants. But conjured with light, not painted with fingers, in black and white the past lingers. Kim M. Russell, 26th May […]
