The Panther

The panther paces.
Waiting reminds him that clarity is painful
but his pain is unreadable,
obscure, chiaroscuro to their human senses.

In time they will misread his gait
his moon mad eyes,
the almost gentle way his tail caresses the bars.

In time they will mistake him
for something else --
without history,
without the shadow of being,
a creature ( Read more... )

                   Death, even when she was not physically gone - was always gone, always working, even when her eyes were closed she was working.  Bouncing, moving, faster then a blink of an eye - there, here, back again.  If there is one point eight deaths per second that for every minute there are 108 deaths.  Times that by sixty, sixty minutes ( Read more... )

This place is beautiful. It is amazing and calming. It has given me time to think and time to screw things up. Leave it to me to mess with my own vacation by trying to sort out weighty subjects while I'm not even sorted out in my own head. Of course, thinking about it only makes things worse, so enough of that.

I have learned how to use this body, ( Read more... )

                      Authors note:  This response comes from, this.  Good morning to you too.

There was nothing worse then sleeping alone, not when she knew that he was out there - upset with her.  She missed him, she missed being able to hold him and to talk to him without using her mind.  When he would run from her, all she was left with ( Read more... )

                              Grady-san's new icon is Kawaii!  He will love it so much when he finds it I am sure!  Either that or he will lick my face off.

                                                                    International Herald Tribune, Belize City, Belize ( Read more... )

( To pure terror! )