Let The Peace Of This Day Be

You Know What A Miracle Is. Not What Bakunin Said. But Another World’s Intrusion Into This One. Most Of The Time We Coexist Peacefully, But When We Do Touch There’s Cataclysm.

Real Flight And Dreams Of Flight Go Together. Both Are Part Of The Same Movement. Not A Before B, But All Together.

They Plot, They Plot, Sleeping Or Afoot They Never Let Up.

Why Should Things Be Easy To Understand?

Get Too Conceptual, Too Cute And Remote, And Your Characters Die On The Page.