Shade Literary Arts

"I am never aware of what tries to destroy me, which is why I have been trapped between Pasadena’s sunlight and harsh vapor, the toads making a mockery of me beneath certain stones."

“I have become the lightning field. She has placed the needles across my body, the way the artist placed the tall glittering rods across the desert. Blue needles on my hands, yellow ones on my shins and feet, red ones on my undone face. The room is as dim as dusk.”