The Dragon-Princess

We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us. We are set down in life as in the element to which we best correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of years of...

Writings From The Outside

It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone. I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief so...

They Flew

They were men falling. Some falling quickly, like the stone, others very slowly, like the feather, one after another, falling. They held hands. They stood at the edge and one after another, they jumped. Some jumped right away to get it over with perhaps. While others...