BY VALENTYNA HOLLOWAY Grazed by shadowed frames of moonlight the errant tide pouring over my skin as salt-water waves lap the shore slipping their pull across my mind in the contented afterglow of evening, I pause in quiet reflection inwardly gazing at the perfect solitude of absolute adoration — and I wonder if this arcane feeling pouring from my bones and coursing through my veins … Continue reading Frames of Moonlight