Dreams are my love language. For over a decade these dark-riddles have lit my unbeaten path.

I’m rich with dreams –  a harvest of soft peaches that I fear will spoil. I can’t eat them all. Perhaps you’ll enjoy this nectarious fruit, grab a couple seeds and plant them in your garden.

May these fireflies sting the blindness of your night. May you awake as you sleep.

-Mark Gk