from One Left

The last one is out of her coma. For three weeks she recognized no one. She speaks in a labored, halting tone: “I can’t die—not when I think there… More


A thing of beauty--that’s what it is. That’s what it has to be. Triumph always makes beauty its own. The perfection of a skill is truly beautiful to behold.… More

There a Petal Silently Falls

As you pass by the gravesites scattered throughout the city you may encounter her, a girl whose maroon velvet dress barely covers her, a girl who lingers near the… More