Foundations
**Foundations** Miles let out a long, drawn-out sigh. He had finally finished unpacking! He looked over in the corner of his new room at the assortment of empty boxes and sneered at them. Over the years, the sight of empty...
Beautiful
Like a flute made out of clear wax Like fresh polish on an old tenor sax Like an old barfly who remembers how to sing Like a fragile crystal bell with a celestial ring Like childhood's shining toy ball Like someone named after alcohol Like giving...
Sylph
Sylph It's only the wind... Bodiless in flight, immaterial in falling Beautiful to behold yet equally appalling From what titanic loins did you children spring? Progeny of Cronos, do you scour what you touch? Whelps of Odin, do you give or bring...