"I caught the clock red-handed stealing time and knew such thievery was nothing new..."
"A perfect candidate for Miss Morbidity, I often wake at 4 a.m. to hear the hiss of life evaporating from the lake..."
“Though slave to him I plan to kill, From here on in I mean to do the things I will...”
Panpsychism (believed in by those who know what particle physics is but are uneasy with “Big Bang” as a search term) has its limits I suspect...
"If the motion sensor of the night camera were triggered by a near moth..."
"I try to learn the prose of life, but my slavish reproduction of its speech is wooden..."
"Past and future stored away, Under seat and overhead..."
"I tried to ride my Pegasus indoors, twisting and turning, bending over backwards..."
"Rolling from silver-blue, round powdered edges, outside to in, overshadowing hedges..."
"Last night, the winds went wild at war, their gusts and gales made chaos swarm, and then . . . they weren’t there anymore."