The boy sat on the edge of a cloud and cast his line, fishing for dreams. Some were juicy and ripe, oozing with colors not yet…
“Run!” Charlie screamed. The crowd around him met his scream with a roar of applause. “But enough with the stories. Please raise your…
Within its hard shell
The story of my ancestors tells how time began. It is not a story you can read, only…
My spirit stirs,my body comes aliveIn my palm, a universeto channel abstract mind
