Crepuscular Illumination


Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope. 

Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint. 

Crouched moon in the southern sky. 


This is the place astronomers call

Shattering dawn - 


The transposing line


Betwixt transgression and virtue;

where night makes a choice. 


This is where my liquor dwells, where appearances 

dissolve on the cellar floor;

where lovers become smitten with Brick. 


Em Anekaf

You have a wonderful command of language and flow. This is beautiful and I just adore the title!


Thank you very much!!! I actually poured over this one in particular for almost two weeks to perfect it.. 

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