everyone is rolling down a hill" or "the journey to the center of some arcane mystery and the entanglements of the vines and veins of the cosmic and unwieldy milue encountered in the midst of that endeavor

five ghosts share a chair on an autumn day in siberia

the repeaters

murre egg robber hero

as the wind winds tightly 'round the loom

inverted pyramids projected slowly from the firmament

a place to hide from the rain

while the world dries out around the fire

strange new life forms emerge

the past haunts the present

cold comfort in memoriam