CANDLES

To make it smell like you have an Xmas tree especially if you don’t have an Xmas tree.

The ritual oil of miraculous power.

Finest whisky, coastal highland air.

Oats, heather honey, hay.

Frühstück with JSB at Café Zimmerman, 1723.

Rain water in eucalyptus groves off Highway 1.

Our city of skyscrapers, subways, cyclists and skateboards.

The night queen’s suspended bulbs.

Take it anywhere.

Electric crackle, downpour, panic grass, sizzling asphalt steam. 

Tea service at the colonial parlor of Mme. Revere, topless psychic.

Brooklyn flowering in the early aughts.

Where Orkney eagles carried Stoneage souls beyond the jagged cliffs

Silently watch the flame for 7 hours and you may spy liberation.

In clothes that look like rugs, singing “we must never break the chain.”

Welcome Rama into your home.

Handmade lacquered candle snuffer lid.