earendil

I.there is a place where voices are calling out to you, all the time, everywhere-- a labyrinth where you never walk the same hallway twice, and where storms exist in ...

Sat by a sleeping man and gestured toward his hands, saidnothing, closed them around a handful of water chestnuts andwaited for the familiarity of my skin to float on the ...

.I had a dream last night where true love andtrue homes were nonexistent.I was violently torn from my own skinand you didn't bother showing upat my funeral. The wind abandonedmy ...