The mirror is too high. She cannot see herself in the purple fairy dress, so I lift her (high as I can) and her happiness over lavender ruffles (above mismatched shoes), is more stunning than any designer gown.

The Beauty in the Light The beauty of the incandescent light, Power obtained by weapons made of steel, The shrinking-world result of human flight. We’ve redefined the terms and what is real, But after all the things that we have learned I think we have…

He, yes he, himself is time, time so rich, oh bountiful time, it plays on his finger tips, when it is rightfully thine, and sits by his feet, when it is rightfully thine.   Some call him a thief, a burglar at night, they watch…

Prompt for Hour Four They came silently, the sky was glowing black The old man was not home, the lights were off They waited steel gave patience company You could see time chasing the moon through indifferent clouds The wood-paneled interiors musty, overdone, cheap They waited, and then…

I imagine you asleep, curled up in my bed. My bed. I want more than just my own indent there. I want your’s. This small world I have, it is big enough for the both of us, I promise. I imagine you meeting my friends. We could go…

Handheld Control at your finger tips Everyplace Any time

today we make synthetic leaves   become gods make life out of notlife and it works –you think we can change the world coat cities in chlorophyll like paint?– I tell you I’m happy with what we’ve made twist together flowers for you but you want…

Truckin’ along. Fifth panel. Sun’s starting to come in the south window and hit the photocopier.

My sorrow drifts like lingering smoke I brand myself the fool cause I fell in love with you. There’s our song playin on the juke. Hot desert days Waitin for it to play another tune. My lonely hearts been blue Come spring time glory Bring…

Alter – a robot with neural pathways – that can sing. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/technology-36973819 She turns to us in silence, Her movements Geisha-like in their simple beauty. Poised. Ready. Empty-eyed. Her voice is light as a plucked harp. Delicate as a spiderweb. The song – like her…