The Sculptor

"They flicker from each corner of the tiny, tidy room encased in fluted glass or cracked plastic Her candles illuminate her life like hooded eyes that see all the drama and tedium that surround her A..."

"On a stormy Monday night I listened to the voice of the howling hawk- a sound of terror and danger for some, but, for most, just a concrete reflection of numbers in a forecast Most never see fingers ..."

"The corner girl drew me in with sultry eyes and one question thirty hours later I left the abandoned fortress where she lives with the shameful knowledge that she is fully human She is mother to a..."

"She is not what she seems Her life is not contained in that heart-shaped box placed upon a glass table given to her in charity, filled with tools to build oblivion She is sister to one stashed behi..."

"The shining children were gathered around in a warm church basement room, recieving lessons They were told to look for the eyes of Christ in the faces of strangers I looked on through the darkest ey..."

"When this name was conjured (perhaps from heaven) imps and angels alike must have known a star was born Across the depths of her young years she nurses a shoulder sore from carrying the weight of her..."