“But when you have to turn into a chrysalis…and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?” Continue reading “On the Queer Nature of Wonderland”
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Fragments of Fiction, Craft My Exquisite Corpse
Because the world I live in is not the world I dream of. Continue reading “Fragments of Fiction, Craft My Exquisite Corpse”
A Midwinter Night’s Dream
Floating fragments of winter-spring dreams, guardians of prophecies, frenetic notebook entries—my own cabinet de curiosités, made of paper and ink—strung together to achieve some sphere of meaning. Continue reading “A Midwinter Night’s Dream”
I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?
Another Stream Storm of Consciousness Continue reading “I Cast a Tempest for You, my Love. Did You Feel It?”
a literary labyrinth 