Oh, Vincent,

      for “The Starry Night” Vincent Van Gogh Even at midnight, brightness. Shadows deepen over village, steeples creep skyward. Clouds swirl impasto, painter’s knife sliding, cutting broken love. Glowing pigment straight from the tube, no mixing, only precise movements imagining shattered pieces whole again. Umbra cast over souls, shuffling, lost. Light crooning lullaby— […]