Eliza: Here Be Dragons
I’m on the edge of existence, looking out at nothing, the substantial, rich, eclectic nothing of which all reality is woven.
Jessica: The World is About You
Remember! Remember! Remember! The world is about you!
Jessica: Softness
Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.
Samantha: In Real Life
There are so many things I’d like to share with you, so many things, all around us.
Amelia: Still Life
I’m standing in the middle of my garden,
small and special,
like an ancient idol, hidden for centuries
by the luxuriant vegetation
which grew