
Once she’s locked the attic door behind her she feels a sense of release, a crack of light in the darkness. What is the name for what she’s feeling?
She wishes it were liberation.
from The Age of Light, by Whitney Scharer, 2019
Once she’s locked the attic door behind her she feels a sense of release, a crack of light in the darkness. What is the name for what she’s feeling?
She wishes it were liberation.
from The Age of Light, by Whitney Scharer, 2019
love is all at once very complicated,
and very simple
at 5:30 am: the blue light of dawn, strong coffee and vanessa’s gaze
…a dying star can light the sky for centuries after her fall.
from Vanessa and her Sister by Priya Parman, 2014
He was broken
and he was beautiful
it was one look, but it was everything
She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci’s, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us.
from A Room with a View by E.M. Forster, 1908
nature is art
she was not broken