His skin is tan and sweat streams down his face, transforming his collarbones into reservoirs and bronzing his face in a copper mask with the help of its compatriot, the sun. Standing with bare toes gripping the sandstone, he releases one side of the window to hold his hand like a visor as he squints…
I dreamed last night. The sky glowed maroon. Clouds flowed like Van Gogh watches in mist. I balanced my toes on the tassels of our flying carpet and muttered into my father’s ear, listing reasons to dock on land. But the mountains swung jagged beneath us, crusted with pre-dawn celestial glow, and the air…
Live your life to its fullest because we are frail creatures, and death is staring us in the face.
Hail is on the sea. It bounces on the waves and disappears into leaping froth. Some sinks quietly into oblivion, some drops like feather snow but always there is a flash of water as it gives up the ghost and becomes the mighty ocean. From the freedom of the skies it has fallen into the…