Girl grasped light in her wounded palms and blackened eyes. Sun rained like coins on an open cross through the stained saint in the window. She’s learning to lean on the sun’s secret colors,to wash her feet in the invisible placesthat no one can pierce. Somewhere, years from now,in another life,she’ll gird herself with better […]

I’m feeling liminal and whimsical.  Not an obvious pairing.  Unless you feel like teasing out the thread of hardened whimsy that marks most borders.  Anyway, here’s what keeps coming.  (And this time it’s not a surreal Dutch image.  By the way, nobody’s claimed it, but that one appears to have returned to wherever it came […]