Julia: Because I’m Me - a celebration of being
Because I’m me, I get to feel the thunder,
and see how life expands inside a bloom.
Because I’m me I dare to touch the sunset,
and walk at ease under a silver moon.
Julie: The Unreality - excerpt from the novel The Gates of Horn and Ivory
You can’t assert nothing is real while taking in reality through your senses.
Nothing is what you thought, nothing is permanent, nothing has fixed meaning, but everything is very much real, because this is what real is: whatever you perceive, think and feel at the time.
Julia: Life at Dawn - a poem about life
Nothing goes and nothing comes of nothing
there is essence in the word of truth
we are small and meek into the vastness
of the worlds beyond the sights of youth.
Julia: The Festival of the Chariots - excerpt from the novel A Year and A Day
As if waiting for a sign, the clouds gathered over the horizon. Jal looked at them, and in his relief allowed a tear to flow. Deafening thunder shook the heavens, echoing between the stone walls before it retreated in a low rumble. Another tear flowed down Jal’s cheek. That’s when the rain started.
Julia: Softness - a prose poem about cats
Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly fallen snow, but no sounds, no sounds at all, ever.