Empire of Whimsy

 The magpie brought the message sent. It flew into the tree and then I looked and looked and looked again  But there was only one.  It said ...

My dear fellow jugglers  in the Cirque du Suburbia, you may think your home impervious to encroaching adult themes. But “Nature always f...

Her face I wear. His character I carry in this body of recycled proportions. Structures of lost-long generations speaking to me in lang...