[resemantization] A sound and its own halo above me constructing new horizons of views unseen Yet I remain myself Behind the grazing fields of sound A new world of…
Short Story: Take-Off
Paul leans back and looks out of the window. The lights of the airstrip get smaller and smaller until they blur into a thin line. Paul has the familiar sinking…
Short story: No Strings Attached
A melody which no one knows entrances the people frivolously moving about. The bounce, they prance They flounce and they dance. Time does not stop the melody nor rigorous patience…