I asked the dragon why he was here and not home, and he said it was because he could no longer see where he was flying.

When art succeeds, it casts light on the world as it is, in all its shades and complexities, socially and psychologically.

Write the lines that have lost all feeling.

Adventure romance exalts the wonder and mystery that exist outside the mechanistic conventions of mundane life.

they came in droves

Some days the water is sharp, each and every spot that glitters like razors slicing across our bare skin.

The only reason anyone gets a new skin is to become someone else.

It functions as a kind of magnifying glass, making vivid what is otherwise blurred and vague.

Clicking teeth keep time in the skeleton cafe.

It is what turns a disembodied abstraction into life.

In the morning, she left. I stood watching long after she was out of sight.

But it tempts me / with whispered promises of adventure

If only someone took the time to examine her city a bit closer.

Broken teacups in her wake

Every leaf and tree, every beam of sunlight shining upon a forest clearing, feels novel and unique.

Rose vines reach for Lydia.

More important than the origins of tales, though, is the fact that they are still here and still relevant.

dragons dream with our eyes open

The hedge is a dark mass on the horizon, heavy with scarlet roses.

On or about April 1978, the division between popular art and critically acclaimed art solidified.