March 2010
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Galahad
The spirit folds away your senses – your skin and heart and eyes all the same to me. I must meditate upon your name. A transparency innate.
Your skin is sharp-tasting and soft, altogether. Velvet and textured and elastic – the scents of religion and sweetly bitter almonds. Your forearms are my favorite.
Your eyes gleam with the stories of futures untold and stories long past. Brown and brief and...
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Revival
Am I still able? Does the art still arrive, or have I lost my powers? The beauty and indescribable grace inherent in a powerful piece of prose are heartstopping.
Do my thoughts still have depth? Can I still reach you? Do my words echo through the delicate fabric of thoughts, the crisp complacency of paper, the stiff glossy embossed cover and true type fonts – do I speak to you as plainly as if...
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Hanuman
His wisdom was unearthly, his wise eyes steady. He grew and shrank, his steps became legend. His feet, holy, consecrating grounds for centuries to come. He flew – not like a bird or bat or insect, but as a God does. His tail prehensile, he was feared in combat. A mighty battle-leader, the strongest and most beloved of his clan. He belonged to the Old World, where eagles spoke and demons walked....
