by Ash | May 26, 2010 | The Prophets
I am agitated, can’t you tell? My mind is crashing with visions I cannot dispel; I see demons rise in rebellion, to defend the angels from being expelled; I see the proud and mighty lion bow before the Red Gazelle; I see children sleeping under water, their skin... by Ash | May 25, 2010 | The Prophets
But the story of Justice was not the one I wanted to tell you readers about… I wanted to tell you about the child from the glass city who rudely brought me back to reality; just when the Lady Justice accepted the rose I offered her. As I turned to the person who... by Ash | May 25, 2010 | The Prophets
I took the train today… but I was not really in the train. I was with the Lady Justice as she recalled the tale of how she lost her sight. No.. no… that was not my fault… I blinded the Lady Hope, Justice is another story altogether. She is the one... by Ash | May 24, 2010 | The Prophets
All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up. -James Baldwin .. yes.. I have been vomiting for many years but there seems to be no end to it!! In order... by Ash | May 23, 2010 | The Prophets
Projectile – n. the final arbiter in international disputes. Formerly these disputes were resolved by physical contact of the disputants with such arguments as the rudimentary logic of the times would supply – sword, spear, and so forth. With the growth of...
