Light can be rich like butter –
and whiskey, too, like toffee.
When it is you’ll see, everything you see
is everything warm and smooth.
Light can be rich like butter –
and whiskey, too, like toffee.
When it is you’ll see, everything you see
is everything warm and smooth.
Darting and grabbing
gulping and dying
I love making the coffee and thinking of my grandmother.
I love how a kitchen light can be
the only light in the house,
and a clock the only sound.
I used to wake to it.
Now I make it for others.
Transcript of the shadow


Men would scale them with grappling hooks
But light won’t be hooked and men fall back
to the far shores from which they came
So essential to the divine
light show