Words slip off the page one by one until they become a stream, a flood. They splash into waiting hands and cupped ears, droplets clinging...

It whisks on the wind, whispering little secrets. Crystalline, it spins, trying out dance steps learned along the way. Truth and memories...

The grasses curl gently around my feet as I pass by. They whisper soft secrets to each other. If I listen closely, I can hear the tickle...

Shadows creep out from behind the moon, long tangled fingers clutching deep jars of blackest ink. They tip the jars as they go, ebony...

A collective sigh drifts through closed up rooms and past the glass sentinels guarding against the frigid blasts seeking entrance. The...

Apple pie? No, thanks. Not even with ice cream. Unless it's one of those apple and warm custard creations? No? Oh, well. I don't have...

The air is brilliant. Not the soft, shy brilliance of a new Spring day, nor yet the deep sultry brilliance of a deep Summer afternoon. It...