Oh, Lilliputians of the moss and dew,   how vast your world, though hidden from our view!You stitch the earth with threads of quiet grace,   each tiny life a wonder in its place.So pause, and kneel, and watch them where...

The caravan, a whisper on a forgotten road drawn by the breath of stone-cold dead as the wheels grown a hollow songthe last living driver holding reins over the swollen dunes...rollin' 

With twenty-two shots of vodka. The night deepens around us, the moon and stars softly humming a lullaby to the rhythm of your breath. Your skin warms mine, a slow, gentle melting. The world outside dissolves into quiet stillness,...