Perhaps I couldn’t tickle the inside of his ear, but I could reach the mysterious curves of his mind.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
About the library," he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the page."Will you write like Mr. Blake or like yourself?" I inquired.He wrote and whispered the words...
I studied a crescent moon hung crooked in a plum purple sky and thought about what it would be like to truly be seen.
A sea of dreams trapped in a span of pressed pages
As I look around the quiet room, I see a thousand leather covers like doorways into worlds unknown.
It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.
Books are boring," James said as he wrote."They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.
He kissed me for a long moment, holding my shoulders, perhaps to keep me from pressing my whole body against his. Then he tried to lift my bag."My God," he said. "What happened?""I found out one may c...
The library smells like old books — a thousand leather doorways into other worlds. I hear silence, like the mind of God. I feel a presence in the empty chair beside me. The librarian watches me suspic...
