light Archives - Elephants Never https://elephantsnever.com/tag/light/ Trunkated tales, rumbling rhymes, and elephant art Mon, 20 Jan 2020 21:26:52 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.8.3 https://i0.wp.com/elephantsnever.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/cropped-winter-logo-2019-20.png?fit=32%2C32&ssl=1 light Archives - Elephants Never https://elephantsnever.com/tag/light/ 32 32 135387410 Our Celestial Dance https://elephantsnever.com/our-celestial-dance/ https://elephantsnever.com/our-celestial-dance/#respond Mon, 20 Jan 2020 21:26:29 +0000 https://elephantsnever.com/?p=2526 by Karen Walker Moonrise as he turns in the driveway. The old Chevy’s headlights scan the bedroom wall, a lunar landscape scarred by everyone who’s rented this shabby place. Down the hallway, the bathroom nightlight is a weak little star. It fades as he closes the door—damn toilet will run on and on—and then reappears as if clouds passed by. Read More

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]]> https://elephantsnever.com/our-celestial-dance/feed/ 0 2526 Old Journals in the Attic https://elephantsnever.com/old-journals-in-the-attic/ https://elephantsnever.com/old-journals-in-the-attic/#respond Tue, 27 Aug 2019 12:00:36 +0000 https://elephantsnever.com/?p=1833 by Karen Shepherd Through open doors, a waft has found an in,an entry point, a path to hidden roomsabandoned years ago. The air, so stale,holds sleeping ghosts that hang from ceiling beamsadorned with words and webs and dried bouquets.It’s not the breeze that makes them gently sway.A restlessness has been here, waiting. Lightwas needed to be shed, to break the Read More

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]]> https://elephantsnever.com/old-journals-in-the-attic/feed/ 0 1833 Puncture Wounds https://elephantsnever.com/puncture-wounds/ https://elephantsnever.com/puncture-wounds/#respond Sun, 28 Apr 2019 14:01:06 +0000 https://elephantsnever.com/?p=1607 by Amanda McLeod You punch me full of holes and watch the life drain out until I am empty of anything that might be called happiness or love Darkness thick like dried bruises under my skin solidifies into flint hard, unmoving yet from the striking of me comes a shower of sparks a flame a sun I tear the holes Read More

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