#481
By The Time We Left by William Letford
Candlelight was kind to her. Her fork seemed
weightless, but seldom made the journey upwards.
I suspect that she had tasted asparagus before.
Conversations clashed around her and dispersed
like circles on the surface of a lake.
After the Shiraz, I had courage, and I said. 'You
must have been something when you were younger.'
Quiet, so none could overhear, she touched
my arm and replied. ‘We stumble into youth
by accident, from somewhere else, and spend
the rest of our lives making our way home.’
Art by Vincent Van Gogh
Recommended listening: Wood - Rostam
Links of the Day: The Voyagers Authorama
Epic Craigslist Post: “I met you in the rain on the last day of 1972” The Maid’s Nose Was Snipped Off by a Blackbird
Many of the links shared in today's post is thanks to Moakshaa, who I'm really glad wrote in one fine day. If anyone ever want to share new artists, poems, music, links of any sorts, please do. It not only makes my day each time an email pops up but also makes the curating process much nicer. Cheers! :)