A Trilogy of Red: Part 2 – Cardinal
Sweet fruit laid bare on a rugged table, supple skinned and furred. To juxtapose the craggy eggshell-tempera smeared around his stretched face. From widows peak to concave dimple, soft and milky like a new-born babe. Shrivelled and unwanted like crumpled paper, now a different shade of flesh. A riverbank of […]
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