"Why do writers write? Because it isn't there."- Thomas Berger
"Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace."- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else..."- Stephen Dobyns
A narrative is a report of connected events, real or imaginary, presented in a sequence of written or spoken words, or still or moving images, or both. The word derives from the Latin verb narrare, "to tell", which is derived from the adjective gnarus, "knowing" or "skilled".
You Grow Fonder To Me On Re-entry (allusions of Enki)
Lovely is the sound of animals rustling anew?
Answering his own silent question, Deucalion solemnly nods to his followers.
The men can’t believe it took this long to return.
It was always about the cave.
And the music, the strain divine. Colors erased by the eventide.
Smell of grass and flowers blooming on this healed oasis that was once injured.
But the ritual is for him only; the shades must wake for all this to last.
Shedding his clothes; entering the Way Winding.
The pain is as instant as it’s deadly. "The stone will stand", growls the dark.