“A short story is a different thing altogether- a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger. That is not, of course, the same thing as an affair or a marriage, but kisses can be sweet, and their brevity forms their own attraction. Grab onto my arm now. Hold tight. We are going into a number of dark places, but I think I know the way. Just don’t let go of my arm. And if I should kiss you in the dark, it’s no big deal; it’s only because you are my love.”



 i am serenity kane

i collect moments, fragments, words

i weave, fabricate, rip & tear

i’m just trying to fit these pieces together,

or not.

enter the gaps between time and memory,

play for awhile.