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“Who are you?” she asked. Stars shone in her eyes and wonder painted her voice. “I am a ghost,” he said. “You’re not a ghost,” she smiled. “I w…
New cars are built by machines, not hands – they have no spirit, only circuits. Give me the smell of engine oil and age; imperfections and sweat give breath to the lifeless.
He found his head in his hands. It fit, but it was heavy. His thoughts had weight, bowed his neck and cradled a myth wrapped in hope. Within his skull he held a candle against the dawn, a shadow to t…
It rained for most of the day. Not the lazy rain of summer but the torrent of early spring. It was a storm designed to drive living things from the earth, to shake the world from winter. It was rain w…
It’s raining outside. Somewhere in the city, dragonboats are slicing through the river as people watch in the rain. Their reflections blurred in the coffee colored water – smudges of yello…
The sky fell into the sea today. The sun dragged it down; hooked a cloud with a flare and stretched heaven ‘til it tore. It made no splash as it sank through the foam and the blue – only …