by Paul Wadey, 07.12.2023 You were Genoveva, the artisan of shadow-laden reveries, and you embroidered your cryptic arras in the chiaroscuro of your cloistered domain. Beneath the polarity of nocturne and lunar radiance, your narrative unfurled—a tessellation of luminescence and obscurity. Your digits, akin to crepuscular arachnid limbs, pirouetted across the loom, each gesture a… Continue reading