Mourning Sun
The Sun krept through the blinds, it was morning it was Monday, there was a trail of a thousand ants running single file across the windowsill in search of food, their version of ambrosia to keep their queen fertile and strong.
My easle stood on omnipnotent in the corner of my single bedroom I was fortunate enough to score with low income housing cost. The canvas had the view of the entire room, the city, of all my dreams, the room to tell great tragic stories and wonderous achievements………….
Matthew Bowers
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 