The satyr had lost sight of her, fleeing from him in such a limb-tumble of…

Pale blue dawn gave way to morning and he dreamed on beneath a tented ceiling…

Andromeda sways, bored and naked, arms raised above her sun-ignited mane.  Her hands are manacled…

Horizon on fire, then day made bare, to see what the dark had done. The…

The smell of boiling rice and then a girl smelling of gardenias passed close by.…