lights + fog + elixir

honey-gold spills from the teapot, one quick sparkle under the sunlight. above the cup, the timed light snaps back on with fluoro glare.   the elixir cools, steam dissipating as it twists into nothing. on the horizon, fog rolls in, stays deep in the city.   the city draws to a stop, waiting for the… Continue reading lights + fog + elixir

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alight

practical or not decoration or function could be ready-made. ----- switched on, a lamp is gentle on the eyes - not its harsh ceiling cousin. ----- even when off a lamp's a useful thing to have: a weapon, perhaps.