Cambo and others

The candle flamed and then the dark enfolded it, taking the space from the rank room and filling it with the sins of the rich nations who take each glimmer of light and feed on it leaving the rest to wrestle with the deepening dread of night and —– nearby in valley of shadows someone’s… Continue reading Cambo and others

Deadly

There was a cloud of purple winged butterflies, fluttering to and fro, settling like thistledown on the flowers and leaves of the thickly wooded slopes of the rising morning misted mountains. —————————— Bees hummed amidst the ruby red geraniums, and their tiny legs filled with he mysteries of multi grains of pollen, carry back to… Continue reading Deadly