If my writing leaves you feeling emotionally transparent, or sad, or aroused, or inspired to create castles out of seashells and bits of broken dream, then I know I’ve done my job as a writer, and have touched your soul. Carella is a writer and digital artist who splits her time between the ethereal world of dreams, and Toronto, Canada, depending on the weather.
the moon is shaped like a letter-opener
First published in Wingless Dreamer: Crystalline Whispers
red satin sunsets, black pearls and blue roses • writing poetry in the sand and whispering secrets into broken seashells • eating flame-licked marshmallows roasted over living-room fireplaces • kissing beneath starlight • pinning constellations of purple lilacs in my hair • tying knots in cherry stems with my tongue • riding a bicycle downhill, arms thrown wide and the wind rushing at me • the smell of peeled oranges • the sound of rain, like thousands of people in glass slippers tap-dancing on my roof • genuine friends and lovers • transforming what is ugly into something beautiful • bringing magic into the lives of others • shiny pennies • positive karma • serendipitous phone calls at 3 in the morning • a healthy dose of exhibitionism • yoga • lockets and mood rings and painted toenails • the purr of a kitten • walking through a snowfall and getting snowflakes on my eyelashes • the magic scent of books read in childhood • dreaming • lost keys and locks only I know how to open
The Field Guide Poetry Magazine 