The Shelf Gallery
a quiet exhibition of stories
beware the nones of apRil
thirteEnth
1984, upstairs is a woman
piano, she teaches
girls in the garDen… age’s thirteen years
the running kites
hours she counts
years of pilgrimage, colorless
blazing is the world, harriet reclaimed her art…
that remains of the day
in the time of the butterFlies
to maRsielle, marry, imprisoned, escaped, fortuned, avenged
chIna dolls
ruthlessly ambitiouS, the parisian wife
he kissed thy cheek, it’s a Cue
i sympatHize
oh carrie, hamlet and true grit
the princess brIde
the iliad, who ain’t seeking revenge?
sin city, hArd was the goodbye…
Some letters stand taller than the rest.
Sometimes stories whisper secrets from the shelf.
Sometimes stories whisper secrets from the shelf.
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