Memories are relics of our loved ones when they transform into liminal beings. Memories are afterimages, persistent in place of the original. Memories are fortitudes, the courage to bear loss,…
An Independence Day Anthology. The pain of the masses is visible and loud in this anthology.
For loss; For lust; For love
For ashes; For flame; For fire.
Your heart beats for mine, mine for his, his for hers, and hers for yours. We were all caught up in a love quadrilateral.