Little boats are not supposed to hold glass screens that reflect an atmosphere of shifting humors but I sit and stare at a little glass square that cannot hold the moon with silver dust and then nothing and a thousand other things like the dark side of a book or the dark side of canyons that never form full lines of sound that ...

Red tastes like fire. Gray sounds raspy. Green feels smooth. Purple smells like feet. But blue, blue just looks blue.   We can see colors but we cannot taste them. We can see colors but we cannot hear them. We can see colors but we cannot smell them.   No one knows why. Why we can only...

Everywhere I turn, a mirror stands in my way, Each showing a vision of myself in the future, Pulling me in different directions. The images whisper softly in my mind, Telling me which way to go, Telling me who to be.   A maze of mirrors like the maze at a circus, The harder you look for...