in the dream the cobras raise their heads in curiosity, no longer than an arm's length, sliding grandly out the door before us as we cautiously watch the poisonous visitors leave. later we eat cheesecake under a watchful moon and wonder what the meaning of the cobras was, and how they got into the house in the first place. you tell me that you ( Read more... )

Never a blue sky, always grey. Or raining and grey. There was always something in the way of a perfectly blue sky from horizon to horion. Not that it mattered, much, becuase often he was too busy to tell the color of the sky, hiding away in his enclave of books and words and numbers. The sole thing to save him from the lack of sky was the rain, ( Read more... )

She turns from full to dark and in between, constantly changing her face and figure. Now light, now dark, now waxing, now waning, ever shifting, never constant, a lady of many faces, all of them masks. In the dark of the moon does she hide her true face in shadow, crying for all the hearts she's broken and all the lost dreamers? Do the prayers and ( Read more... )