Grainy mortar, once cleaving bricks together, crumbles easily between thumb and forefinger and chipped remnants of bricks are scattered on the ground...
Intimacy Naked in the night house, the dim cast of orange gold light follows the curve of your neck, your back, your buttocks, your legs as you pause...
Echoes in Stone The sculptor's hands, dry and cracked from effort and dust, move over the stone, hewing, smoothing, rubbing fingers brushing off the...