At the beginning of the last century, a little boy named Nemo was haunted by recurring nightmares of a bizarre and unruly land where the conventions of everyday life were turned upside down. By day, the boy was firmly lodged in the...
In the marina an allegro creakingboats on the tideeach with its own sway
The sky has never won a prize. The clouds have no careers. The rainbow doesn’t say my work, thank goodness.
