The Velvet Ledger: Dispatches from the Queen's Table
              
            The Woman at Table Four
The bar isn’t loud, just full. Glass against glass, the shuffle of coats, a burst of laughter that ends too quickly. She sits with one ankle hooked behind the other,...
The Woman at Table Four
The bar isn’t loud, just full. Glass against glass, the shuffle of coats, a burst of laughter that ends too quickly. She sits with one ankle hooked behind the other,...
              
            The Cabaret Incident: Act II
The Cabaret Incident: Act II (Filed under: Court Performances – Escalations) The torches guttered, the velvet drapes trembled, and Sir Reginald Fluffsworth raised one sequined paw to silence the hall....
The Cabaret Incident: Act II
The Cabaret Incident: Act II (Filed under: Court Performances – Escalations) The torches guttered, the velvet drapes trembled, and Sir Reginald Fluffsworth raised one sequined paw to silence the hall....
              
            The Heirs of Velinwood
(Filed under: Court Members – Bloodline and Legacy) They are not copies, but living halves of her. Faith, the Eldest.Bearer of heart and truth. His voice rings without lies, his...
The Heirs of Velinwood
(Filed under: Court Members – Bloodline and Legacy) They are not copies, but living halves of her. Faith, the Eldest.Bearer of heart and truth. His voice rings without lies, his...
              
            Letters in the Dark- Fragment: “Untitled (But A...
She calls it rebuilding. I call it returning. Every time she laughs, it comes seconds after something almost tender.A confession she didn’t mean to say“I’m tired. I miss who I...
Letters in the Dark- Fragment: “Untitled (But A...
She calls it rebuilding. I call it returning. Every time she laughs, it comes seconds after something almost tender.A confession she didn’t mean to say“I’m tired. I miss who I...
              
            Letters in the dark- Witness
You arrive here like dusk slipping through the trees. Unhurried, quieter than you meant to be. And I never say it aloud, but I wait for this. Not because your...
Letters in the dark- Witness
You arrive here like dusk slipping through the trees. Unhurried, quieter than you meant to be. And I never say it aloud, but I wait for this. Not because your...
Living Letters- “Déshabillé”
V- There’s a word in French. Déshabillé. It means partially dressed. But it’s not about fabric. It’s about suggestion. About choosing what to show, and what to withhold. I think that’s...
Living Letters- “Déshabillé”
V- There’s a word in French. Déshabillé. It means partially dressed. But it’s not about fabric. It’s about suggestion. About choosing what to show, and what to withhold. I think that’s...