Fragments written by: Yves K. Morrow Were I to gather my thoughts just as they appear you would not recognize the portrait. I am a reflection of the voyeur. My selves are not selves at all, they are fragments of a more substantial being. A fragment can assimilate any number of designations. Make of me what you will. Each teardrop is a star quilted in unparalleled darkness, I unstitch them one by one but they go up in smoke before … Continue reading Fragments