

HandClaspSweetly, I take your hand. Gently, wrapping up your fingertips. Thumb pad softly, rubbing your skin. Feeling, this wonder of nature. Warm cocoon, of flesh and bone Bringing it tenderly, to my lips. My world, holding and held within my palm.HandClasp


Fairy CommotionOutside the mage's nearly closed window the dreary rain poured on. Six six-inch twinkling ghost lights of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet twinkled in and out of the dark sheets of water appearing to grow larger as they approached the window. With no sound, six small figures landed on the sill.Fairy Commotion
"Quit pushing Calliope!" The first complained with jeweled ruby eyes and a flick of iridescent transparent wings.
"It's open Ariadna!" The second exclaimed at the first as a small hand brushed stray strands of orange hair back in place.
"We know it's open Guinevere!" The third stopped pushing wringing t


InfidelI hear an angry voice call my name. I have a need to find it, silence it. Call not out in anger, nor derision. Apathy was my teacher. Ignorance, my master. Did we not cover this lesson? Was it not apart of the curriculum?Infidel
I am not them! I scream to the night! I am not they!
Never! Never! Never! Ever!
Each attribute, apart of me. If all were merged into one, they would be me.
Nay, I deny the truth!
I will not allow it. Not be they. Not be what I was. What I had to become.
A damsel in distress! A sirens song! A mouse that roared! A lion against the wind! A pric


When Heroes Dream1Magic and tradition the sacred word is spoken. Odin will preserve thy honour the divine is written here. The call to faith In the shelter of the world tree.When Heroes Dream
2Courage and might oaths have been given. Odin will preserve thy honour greet deeds are written here. The call to arms In the shelter of the world tree.
3Future and past god's divine gift. Odin will preserve thy honour knowledge is written here. The call to wisdom In the shelter of the world tree.
4Beauty and strength god's will be done. Odin will p
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Try to define art and you try to destroy it. Laws can't define it. Nor medium chain it. No old idea or imitation survives. It creates its own laws of change. Witness time and again to the rebirth of art. It translates the human experience because Art IS.
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