“Darkness had settled slowly. . .toward the west and south was a monstrous shadow of the night, formless, imponderable. . .Soon all again was silence. The mountains across the mesa frowned with black shaggy brows and relapsed once more into slumber” —Frank Waters (1902-1995) The Lizard Woman. 1930 The night belongs to no one, and to everyone. … Continue reading AMERICAN NOCTURNES: Beauty in Shadowed Realms →