What is it that desires to dance around the terrible facts of the world? There is a color not yet sighted by the generations.

Not only does the woman speak but as she turns it is a self-created ballet; she changes the transparent substance of her spirit.

The President is removed from the equations of the imagination and forced to the haze and spit of derangement.

Suffering burns a hole in the sky; lawyers enter the town and demand accountability and eventually sentence the sufferers to death.

Wild, wonderful horses rode down to the river where the women were bathing. Their heads darted expectantly toward the fishes.