There Is A Season

by Miriam Heddy

The world's a bubble; and the life of man less than a span.
In his conception wretched; from the womb so to the tomb:
Curst from the cradle, and brought up to years, with cares and fears.
Who then to frail mortality shall trust,
But limns the water, or but writes in dust.
~Francis Bacon, The Life of Man

Death unites as well as separates; it silences all paltry feeling.
~Honore De Balzac

1. Root


"Turn me."

"Into what?"

Harris blinked. "Into a rutebaga. What the hell, Spike. Into a vampire."

"No."
turnTurn the page.
Return to Miriam's Little Corner of the Universe.
Feed the Muse.