The soft knock upon the door received an equally soft reply, “Come in…” The courier […]
Closing the door – A memory in two dimensions
this, the last conversation on the last night… and the first.
Shandala’s Lament
“We are bound,” he said to me his voice, gentle, his touch, tender in it, […]
of moon festivals and memories
i sat in moonglade tonight, the festival all around, and thought i was going to […]
narcissus 5
the week before autumn’s end she spent carefully arranging the braided flower crowns, refreshing them […]
narcissus 4
When she woke next, he was gone. Curiosity overcame caution, and she crept to the […]
narcissus 3
autumn was near, and it was becoming hard to walk. he didn’t seem to notice. […]
narcissus 2
summer came. for some time, she had followed his zig-zag footsteps. she began to notice […]