What are stars?
Five glorious tracks of lustre.
A nomad makes a home anywhere—anywhere could be a home…
In the howling night there was a harness of flame…
Cryogenic Rehabilitation Completed. Welcome aboard your new home among the stars…
Concrete grass is a grand modernity—crass as the sunlight cracks.
…so I sat and I loitered and such kind of things as spring sprang ever from Fount Everspring…
Availed.
Explaining complexity is not simple.
Overreached.
Dreamweaving.
Short stories galore.