The Occasional Masthead

Memory’s eye still sees you seated in your brave new racing flyer, cradled by shining riveted titanium skin, hair blowing, smile laughing, chasing the sky. Remember how in the darkest of times we would dance by the light of of Saturn’s moons, bending and swaying to the gentle chimes of Venusian sea belles’ strange soft […]

Paper pale faces wan and blankly gaze from worn-out eyes within tight folded hands. So deafly lost in the rhythm that plays their lives through the cycles that fate demands. Lie the pretty cards flat on the table, Order them in straight ranks and tidy rows. Turn the pretty cards to tell a fable of […]