The Dark Ends of the Day

the glowing cigarette end and the page

oooh, I like this. Has Shakespearian tones to it for me. Once again the clarity of your imagery catches me up from line one, my ears follow sounds as they step forward, hesitate, linger ... your writing always always always makes me think. I'd question the use of quite so much punctuation, believing the line breaks strong enough here to do the job some of the time, but that's a matter of personal preference only. Very strong write, and once more you take us by the hand to lead us into an emotional, but not maudlin, work. Lighting casts all manner of shadows in this one.

in the end, it all comes down to the glowing cigarette end and the page, and that question of how we are bound by what we create or strive to.