Renee Liang's blog on poetry, fiction, works-in-progress, the art of writing.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Tonight I will light a candle for you flame it from a gas stove, hold it high to sear the restless sky. The wind rolls around laughing rattling rubbish pulling clouds down around its ears. It doesn’t listen to me singing happy birthday a song like ivory cracked in an empty room a voice shredded like old autumn leaves.