The Name of the Rose “The name of the rose on her lips as she sank into darkness was…” but the dream phrase left upon waking was cut off… read more
Light Light everywhere moves with an anonymous precision over smooth terrain or rough-hewn scabrous dilapidation up stainless steel … read more
No Sleep Something in me doesn’t want to sleep I might wake up in the rubble of Berlin or marooned on an island wearing shoes or… read more
The Soul The soul is a flowering peach tree blooming on a bright green hill The scale of a dragon fallen into the Princess’ goblet turn… read more