Some people like spaghetti,some prefer fettuccine. But my favorite pasta is infinitini. Only the most impossible pasta bowlcan hold infinitini in it.Even a platter as vast as outer spacecouldn’t plate a dish so infinite. It’s only one noodle...
The heron stalks,The boat approaches.
His head turns,One foot lifting from water.
The boat chugs forward,No sympathy there.
Wings stretch,Like the unfurling of a cloak.
He glides,Driven away.
The house-thief strikesWhen I lay the scissors down,Vanishing them under whatever scarfIs most forgettable.I disassociate from room to room, andI check the counter three times.But the house-thief has snatched themAnd dragged them down to thatIn...
The portal appeared in the middle of an empty beach. Through the glowing blue upright rectangle a mixed group of half-a-dozen men and women stepped out. The dry white sand crunched slightly beneath their feet. The portal shimmered for a few moments...
The stars expandwhen a Martian and an Earthlingput their heads togetherand wonderwhether they are alonein the universe.
"You were a prince in a faraway land," he said. Malcolm told him a tale of hope and courage. And magic, too, of course. Always a little bit of magic.
Long, long ago, in the days when dragon songs still filled the air, there was a beautiful, golden dragon named Clarissa. She exercised her wings each day and dreamed of the time when she would be big and strong, so she too could fly all the way down...
"That lantern holds the soul of the unborn child. If it dies, so will the baby. And mind the Crooked-Neck Woman. She’ll stop at nothing to get her hands on a fragile spirit.”
There was no safe place in the entire world from the rain of stars. The fox fled to the one place he knew, the one place he remembered, where he had felt safe and secure and happy. He ran to the mountain and the cave near the watching giant.
From the waist down, he’s only a baby. But then I look again at his head—its head.