Portrait of an Invisible Girl
~ by Elizabeth Fust It’s like I’m part of the background. Their eyes just gloss over me. It’s like they can’t differentiate between me and the wallpaper. Is this what it is like to be…
~ by Elizabeth Fust It’s like I’m part of the background. Their eyes just gloss over me. It’s like they can’t differentiate between me and the wallpaper. Is this what it is like to be…
40 Eridani was hot today. Outside, sand scudded over the ground in a light wind, scouring rocks into ever more exquisite sculptures millimetre by millimetre and grain by grain. It was a long time, it…
Exchanges between a most unlikely pairing are used, very effectively, by George R.R.Martin to declare a major theme of his epic fantasy series, A Song of Ice and Fire. After a feast at the Hand’s tourney,…
In December of 1919, troops were still coming home from the First World War. Some wouldn’t be back for several years. One day, Mom took us to downtown Los Angeles for our annual pilgrimage to…
Midwinter… Midwinter night. Clear, high air. Stillness and distant sounds echoing around our valley like tin. Crescent moon shines and a chill catches the gaps in my winter clothes, tapping at me like the spindly…
The winter solstice is the year withdrawing From all the busy-ness of being-ness, And life in all its transfigurations Seems lost beyond this cold, mist-haunted world Time almost stops. Low-orbiting, the sun Drifts dimly, drably…
Sam rose late from his afternoon nap to find the smial entirely dark, except as he walked closer to the parlor he saw two candles burning with another set a bit apart. Then as he watched, more…
Oh painters, poets, singers, artists of the soul. playing in the particles of life, let the quivering molecules of your being wade in the energy of your hidden laughter. Become masters of the medium of…
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