Julia: Life at Dawn - a poem about life
Nothing goes and nothing comes of nothing
there is essence in the word of truth
we are small and meek into the vastness
of the worlds beyond the sights of youth.
Julia: The Festival of the Chariots - excerpt from the novel A Year and A Day
As if waiting for a sign, the clouds gathered over the horizon. Jal looked at them, and in his relief allowed a tear to flow. Deafening thunder shook the heavens, echoing between the stone walls before it retreated in a low rumble. Another tear flowed down Jal’s cheek. That’s when the rain started.
Julia: Softness - a prose poem about cats
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.
Barry: Summer Rain - excerpt from the novel A Year and A Day
As if waiting for a sign, the clouds gathered over the horizon. Jal looked at them and allowed a second tear to fall. Deafening thunder shook the heavens, echoing between the old stone walls before it retreated in a low rumble. Another tear flowed down Jal’s cheek. That’s when the rain started.
Julia: The Return of the Thunderbirds - excerpt from A Year and A Day
According to the old legend, the mighty birds, whose powerful talons could easily carry a castle, arrived each spring to bring people the thunder, and the first true downpour of summer. When they flapped their wings, large sparks ignited the clouds.