Pelopia All that is left of honey is its viscous drift. The rustle of distant leaves is inaudible. The luxuriant hyacinths are as frigid...

It is high noon. He guides his horses to a holm oak. He is in no hurry. His brothers are scattered throughout the slopes of the mountain....

Euryanassa Each wave pursues its forebear without pause. She suspects pausing is the great solecism of humankind. Nature cascades,...

She focuses on the discreet dance of her blue drapery—on the rhythmic folding and unfolding, on the interspersed hints of evanescent...

There is a light warmth traveling through his body. It makes him sensible to the blades of grass that have gathered round his contour. A...