We whispered to the light that slept under the shadows of the so so delicate passing of one hand over another. As if we knew it would break. And it did in time. But then the light awoke. It was too late. I had clamped sunglasses over my heart for so many years that now I was left with only a sunburn and the memory of sand sliding onto slick stones above the shining water that reflected once your eyes.
This portrait, which I realize has nothing to do with the writing is acrylic on paper 24×36 inches. It was inspired by a beautiful photo of Owen Pallett taken by Jason Rodgers for Out magazine and is used with Jason’s permission. Thank you.