Into this strange, this shrunken world, beheaded by gossip and its sometime goal of stalking…

For bad behavior I give you fleece-stealing, child- seducing Jason, gluttoning upon the cakes of…

A kiss, bright as bitten orange, the growling of an aviator’s dog. And three times…

Well might you gape or gasp. For in these surroundings even the hard go wow.…

By the cloud-spur she paused, waited on visibility to gate her doubts, a passing vista…