From what source springs this eternal longing? A heavy rain slaps relentlessly against the ... CONTINUED

amid swirling sands a sufiana, hands held high, wheels and twirls lost in dance. or maybe, more ... CONTINUED

night disrobes before me, layer by layer. shade by shade. through drawn curtains she draws me ... CONTINUED

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i. blame it on adam, this need to label everything we see. and sometimes feel. you see, ... CONTINUED

a mason jar filled with colored pencils sits on the sill bathed in morning sunlight. most are ... CONTINUED

I used to pour oil on canvas outdoors with brushes or pigment-stained fingertips, but if I ... CONTINUED