Goddess of the Dunes The sun was a white hammer against the limestone of Alexandria, shattering the Mediterranean blue into a thousand jagged diamonds. Eleanor stood on the pier, the salt air tangling with the scent of roasted coffee and...

You held stars in your fingersI’m sure of it,or perhaps it was just your wink  playing tricks.Do I reach for one,or claim  the whole sky?Reach if you must, but know thisstars are not souvenirs.They bruise easily  and remember the warmthof every hand that dared them closer.I watch from beyond clouds, beyond winds,from...