Category: Photography

Quarks

Last night I had them all. Words stacked like paper cups, each fitting perfectly into the one above. Puzzle pieces make a picture, but a stack of cups makes a good party, and I would have been witty and wise – just mysterious enough to keep you interested, just interesting enough to keep you by […]

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Misty Morning Ferry

The ferry leaves in the morning. My bag is packed, sitting by the front door. The curtains are drawn, but I don’t need to see out the window to know what’s there. On the horizon my islands disappear into misty mountains, sea and sky fading into beautiful deep grey between them. I haven’t decided if […]

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The Shadow Lantern Dance

When the shadow lanterns’ shadows dance, wise men stay abed. When dark dreams slip their masters’ leash, children hide their heads. Someone has lit the shadow lamps. He can see them, scattered through the forest. Their white paper glows against dark black bark, and the figures printed on their skin are stark and clear. On […]

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Market Day

They say the woman sold dreams; I’m not so sure. Dreams are easy, their sellers slick. A little too alive, a little too bright, brittle in their happiness. You can hear their laughter down the corridor, feel the pressure of their presence eight stalls away. Dream sellers never whisper when they can splash glitter in […]

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The Storm Crows

Wise ones learn to know the storms. One. Hoofbeats like thunder. A press in the air, the desperation of a thousand hungry men. Copper and steel, raw throats, dirt churned to mud underfoot. The first is war. Two. It starts with whispers; the wise feel it coming, duck their heads and go to ground. Soon […]

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The Fairy Woods

Do you dare to walk in the fairy woods? Do not be afraid. The light falls softly here, and dreams slip through the leaves like wind, whispering their addictive songs. You will listen to them, no matter how much cotton you stuff between your ears; they always listen, in the end, for dreams are not […]

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The Twilight Circus

You can see the weary wander in her eyes. Lovely thing, painted red lips and hooded gaze, she lives a kind of dream and dreams instead of life. You would go there, if you could. Perhaps you have, one night when you thought that you were sleeping, when some piece of you went slipping down […]

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We Remain

We always said that when everything else was gone, we would remain. I think young love and naivetĂ© go hand in hand; we cannot dream so big if we understand how small we are, in the vastness of everything. When everything else was gone, we said, but how could we have been expected to understand […]

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Endless Sky

Breathe in. Feel the mist against your skin. See the endless depth of the horizon, and know that even should you follow it there would be another mountain there. Breathe out. Sense the heartbeat of the sleeping lake, the cool press of its tendrils against your skin. The air is alive with motion, and yet […]

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The Winter Winds

In the stories, the talecrafters associate Winter with death. When we call a person cold we mean blank, emotionless, cruel. When we say a heart is frozen we mean dead, empty, deserted. The Snow Queen covers the land in eternal winter, and everywhere people freeze, shiver, and wilt. The Ice Queen places a frozen shard […]

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