Tag Archives: L Friedman

A high note trembling upon the string of a violin;             a delicate glass bird perched on the edge of a writing desk. The whistle of fireworks in a black sky;             the blurring and clacking spokes of a bicycle wheel. Piano … Continue reading →

Sag of ancient floorboards underneath slow footsteps; fingerprints on a rosary of ivory and pearl; flecks of lung-blood on white linen bedsheets; sand on the gleaming black ink of a             fresh signature. Mist of hot breath on a cold day; … Continue reading →