Pilgrims were people in scientific exile.
Could you visit me in dreams? That would cheer me.Sweet to see friends in the night, however short the time.
All myth is an enriched pattern,a two-faced proposition,allowing its operator to say one thing and mean another, to lead a double life.Hence the notion found early in ancient thought that all poets ar...
That night we made love the real way which we had not yet attemptedalthough married six months.Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not surewe got it right.He seemed hap...
Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not.
I loved him for his beauty.
Geryon was a monster everything about him was red
A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from i...
Madness and witchery as well as bestiality are conditions commonly associated with the use of the female voice in public.
The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight...
XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud
Like a girl gone mad,in blood,
Where does unbelief begin?When I was youngthere were degrees of certainty.I could say, Yes I know that I have two hands.Then one day I awakened on a planet of people whose hands occasionally disappear...
What if you get stranded in the town where pears and winter are variants for one another? Can you eat winter? No. Can you live six months inside a frozen pear? No. But there is a place, I know the pla...
The instant of natureforming between them drained every drop from the walls of his lifeleaving behind just ghostsrustling like an old map.
The fact is that there are people, good people who,not because they want tobut all the same,fall in love with the wrong thing.
It was the hour when snow goes blueand streetlights come on and a hare maypause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.
CHORUSMany are the shapes of things divine.Many are the unexpected acts of gods.What we imagined did not come to pass --God found a wayto be surprising.That's how this went.
A thousand questions hit my eyes from the inside.
What’s here doesn’t please you,