That teardrop shape of my light! A glow with many shadows cast. The vaulted heavens above catch the long thread of smoke rising when my candle flame’s pinched. My smoke pools and condenses as my blackened wick cools. The teary streams of wax dry and my tears...

Hello, Stars Rite members. This is another episode of the news.It has come to my attention that even though we want to promote inclusivity on this site, intolerance and inappropriate verbiage of a person’s work to cause unease intentionally...

I love you… You don't love me… You will never love me… You will never love me again…   And again I hold your pictures… And again I dream of the old times… When our hands shared the other tenderly… When our lips were thawed of that...

Black wings that flutter through stormy sunshine. That storm within… with the sun glowing through black clouds that gathered over my eyes… Bright enough to penetrate into the dark of my soul… This storm and sun intertwined, ebony silhouette of the raven soaring through...