Nikos Kazantzakis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it.
The nonexistent is what we have not sufficiently desired.
New Summer
I stayed late to fix the gate
on the first eve of summer
I screwed in the screws
the hinges hung true,
swinging brightly
in the still shining sun.
42 words
“Radiate, dammit!” she whispered harshly to herself as she walked onto the empty stage, turning to face her audition judges. She felt the lines of force stretching like arms in all directions. She was radiating, but she could not remember her name.
Myriad Ways 