“Mommy, Mommy, I want bubble gum,” cried the seven-year-old, “or a poodle called Sylvester.”
Bartholomew Skypie was a lofty seagull who could and — upon the slightest provocation — would trace his…
“How is he, Noro?” asked Jane Doe upon Myx’s return late that night.
When Jesus Cohen had been building the Tower of Hanoi his daughter had been kidnapped and a ransom of two…
We (the undivided divinity operating within us) have dreamt the world. We have dreamt it as firm…