HandprintsRed dropsFinger-painting on charcoalChildren's bloody dreamsAncient bones in boiling tarTrapped in an endless mind
Boulder on a CliffHow did you get on top of that hillGazing out over the worldLike an ancient idolA king looking over his realmsAn artifact from a lost ageCoiled like a panther ready to pounceWhat lives will be lost when you are driven from your perch?
PencilSharp, grey ashesOrange woodPink rubber and steel ringCreator and destroyerOf words
RandomnessChinese writing on the ceilingListening to the wallsRinging earsAnd ghost trainsThe point between red and blackImagination can make you dizzyMemory can make you sick
LighthouseStanding tallBold and beautifulA knight in shining armourA brilliant ivory idolThe essence of prideGuarding a watery coast
Green PeaYou are such a small thingHow did you end up hereAll alone?Your family was destroyedCrushed inside a giant caveNow merely a small pieceOf some unknowable monster.How can you stand itIn your flat universe?
Spinning Wheels, Round, RoundThe boy runs with his sister, his twin, across a lush green valley. Together they splash through a bubbly river, chase glimmering unicorns, assured of their safety, assured of reality. Their laughter like balloons on the air crosses the mind of a lost, lonely teenager, who awakens with light in his eyes, then cries as logic hits him, its evil voice, "That isn't real," tearing him apart.Life goes on, the children still play, the teen lives life in ecstatic agony. Others dream.A young woman stands between the valley and a moonlit glade. The children's laughter mingles with night-birds' music. A glowing tear drops down her face, and the same tear leaves a bittersweet whisper in the mind of a graduating student: "You can never go back."Again, the years flow in beautiful circles that gather the world in whirlpools of dreams.A man and woman embrace tenderly by the silvery light of the moon. Their wings unfurl and clasp each other tightly, assured of their security, assured of magic. Thei
When They MetShe hung suspended in a void, a deep blackness that banished all sight. She shivered. She was surrounded by nothing. Her body naked, rough. Her voice a pitiful gentleness with no heart to touch. She hung there nothing more than a rock among rocks in the endlessness of space.On the other side of the world, he soared in his own roiling fire. The tongues of flame from his body flared directionless. His molten core longed for nourishment. He lashed out at the void, charged forward. His glaring orange robes trailed gaudily behind. Her first forewarning of impending newness was a bright red glow around the edge of the world. Then she gazed upon a fiery glory. It was surely a god, this haloed giant who blazed before her. Caught up in a new passion, she found herself dressed in a silver gown. Her roughness caught this strangeness and transformed her into a beauty. She changed into a goddess to appease this god.Un-awed, he ignored the metamorphosis he had caused and grabbed for the pretty je
DreamsThe dream begins with glass, a pane of transparency, suspended in space. The glass is transparent. The glass is a mirror. The mirror cracks and shatters, broken like me. There are faces, which I know only as dreams, in the glittering shards floating around me. I love the people who live behind the mirror, the people who have been taken from me. The bits of glass become stars, which twinkle as they tear the darkness my dream has become. The stars streak by me leaving rose petals and trails of blood.No glass is left; a crimson ocean has replaced it. Its waters encircle me, drag me down, and envelop me. I drown and forget. I am lost. I am nothing. My dream consumes me.A light enters the ocean. At first, it is only an impression of light, which becomes a flicker, then a flame. It becomes a blazing inferno the removes the watery redness from my mind and sears me angrily. This blaze, this flare of emotion is quick; it disappears in an instant.Again, I am alone, filled with nothingness. Su