thenileablaze

Below, mirrors drift, Crystalline to emphasize paradise, Truly adapted like primrose bum wine, Unlike 447BC which reticulated paradise, Dresden bridge dissected, Rendered metallic mirrors, Malaysia be

Felt myself moving, On a table of wheels, Bright light overhead, Am I dead? Looked up to see, the son of Hypnos, Offspring of Nyx, The god that sleeps, On ...

His name was Thomas. It was the 5th of July and I was part of a group of students invited to our principal and English teachers’ wedding. I recall that ...

Globes of color. Spheres of spectrums. The man in the mask juggled them all. From his fingertips they flew, each one, rotating as his hands tossed them. Each one, flying ...