Nov 08 2008
A house is never silent in darkness
to those who listen intently;
there is a whispering in distant chambers,
an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window,
the latch rises.
Ghosts were created when [...]
Nov 08 2008
No man can taste the fruits of autumn while he is delighting his scent with the flowers of spring.
– Samuel Johnson
In improvisation, one of our exercises is a game called “Seven Things,” in which we go around in a circle giving each other the challenge, “Give me seven things that [whatever].” We are not going [...]
Nov 08 2008
From her bedroom in the tower, in the castle, on the cliff, the glassy sea seemed motionless; a shining slab of indigo ice beneath the brittle crescent moon.
Many an evening was spent communing with the waves, while she sat in the cool, damp sand, and let the starfish murmur sweet nothings to her tender [...]