Is it a line or a river, dancing on my arm, Glittering like its silver author, metal. Though God’s cannons set themselves against self-harm, Thoughts and desperation made all brittle. Oh, I saw now its glorious, luscious scarlet The wine of Lamia; I whined of paranoia. ‘Tis but a trivial bicker that drew the … Continue reading Red
The smell was unbearable. By the time Lord Francis arrived with his men, the beasts of nature had already dined on innocent blood and flesh while flies borne their children to make quick work of the rest. “There are no traces of survivors, My Lord.” “I see...go see if the diggers require any assistance.” “Yes, … Continue reading III.
Shalot was editing his scripts when someone gently rapped against his door. He overcame the urge to ignore it and set down his pen, got up from his desk, and made his way grudgingly to the visitor. He saw that it was a boy, small and winded from hurry, “General Shalot, a note for you!” … Continue reading II.
Yet, we are still not there. Still, the electoral college founded in the great Founding Fathers’ days of fearing “the tyranny of the majority.” What do I have to say as a Taiwanese immigrant woman in the face of such a moment of American history? I have very little to say beside resonating the wisps … Continue reading 59,814,018 Cracks in the Glass Ceiling
The throne room was saturated with incense from the cleansing ceremony the Grand Priest prescribed during the day. What was it but an excuse to pretend as though the Priest was actually half of what the former Priestess and her father were, and that Lord Claud -- for that was the name of the priest … Continue reading I.