Author name: vic

The Peach-Hung Sun and the Question It Asks The afternoon sun hangs. A ripe peach in the sky. Its light […]

The Fire Is Low, The World a Study in Grey The light fades early. Inside, your space is clean. Uncluttered.

The Morning Sun, a Slow Honey The light does not arrive. It arrives. It finds the gaps in the timber,

The Silence Between Heartbeats Listen. Not to the first sound. To the space after. The hollow a breath leaves behind.

The Weight of a Different World Consider the weight in your hand. Not the cold, sleek pull of glass and

Before Memory, a Whisper The first light does not arrive. It seeps. A slow bleed of grey through the black

The Dust Holds the Light The sun is low. It finds the dust. The air is a field of slow