In the darkest part of the night
Whoever seeks to keep his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life will preserve it ( Read more... )

The long late days of summer, creeping toward the fall

COME, REAP, we said, three years ago now. (Our darling smiles with many sets of teeth, and we hold itherhim squirming - against our breasts, if we had them, we would.) There was a great cry in Egypt, and cried, ἐγώ εἰμι and so It is ( Read more... )

Saturday, early morning; the road to ExcoloThese two-three years have rolled round as a cheese, smooth as silk. Our road has been twisting and straight, hard and soft, and oh, we have had adventures, our family, have we not? Haha, indeed ( Read more... )

Wednesday, the 24th of SeptemberI'd planned to see Management sooner, but there was Lucien. I still feel strange every time I think about him. That he isn't coming back like I did ( Read more... )

Wednesday, 13th of August; the dead hours before dawn

Elsewhere~}
And Pharaoh rose up in the night, he, and all his servants, and all the Egyptians; and there was a great cry in Egypt; for there was not a house where there was not one dead.
And Pharaoh rose up in the night, he, and all his servants, and all the Egyptians; and there was a great cry in ( Read more... )

Before dawn, the 7th of JuneTHERE was a great cry in Egypt; and since our conversation with Nu we have retreated with our promise cradled within us. But coming, blinking (if we blinked) some days ago into the light, we saw with new eyes the raggedy nature of our home and of our family ( Read more... )

{elsewhere}
Oh, don't deceive me,
Oh, never leave me,
How could you use
A poor maiden so?

Sunday, April 25th, the Carnival.

Early one morning,
Just as the sun was rising,
I heard a young maid sing,
In the valley below.

A bright sort of morning, is it not? A perfect spring morning, The lark's on the wing; / The snail's on the thorn, haha, just so ( Read more... )

Some time and place on Sunday

"Benedict," we say, tapping the bars of the cell, "you are a naughty, naughty boy."

The news reached us (today yesterday tomorrow) about his plight, for there was a discussion amongst our dear family about what should be done. And we listened, indeed, for their worries are our worries, are they not? a capite ad ( Read more... )

Somewhere in-around-between Excolo, after noon, Saturday

We have been most amused, most amused indeed, by dear Tezcatlipoca's little show. This was an interesting direction indeed to take his showmanship, but we think we must regretfully draw it to a close. Life has a way of setting things in order and leaving them be. Very tidy, is life said a ( Read more... )

Open up your heart to me; I would be your slave.

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Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.

Thursday, mid-afternoon, the Carnival

"How many of our Brothers have you destroyed, how many have you twisted away from Love ( Read more... )