On Blue's Waters

Love is a wonder, a magic potion, an act of theurgy or even a continuing theophany. No word is too strong, and in fact no word is really strong enough.

Silk (I mean the real Silk)

Throughout my life I have done my best to imitate Silk (as I am doing here in Gaon),

I cannot forget how I hated the bars on the windows of my manse.

and if I were not killed a second time,

Searching does not necessarily imply movement.

would lead three towns not my own to victory, would be tried for my life, would return as a stranger to my sons’ native place, find new love, and so on and so forth.

but I cannot sleep. Somewhere very far away, Seawrack is singing to her waves.

“Paradoxes explain everything,” he told me. “Since they do, they can’t be explained.”