She lit the candle and his face looked terrible. He was staring at her. ‘Hold me, Hera. Hold me tight.’ It was the voice of a man drowning. And she threw her arms around him and pulled him down onto her and said ‘It’s all right, Mack. It was just a dream, whatever it was. ...
Francis Dionysos I affirm the oneness of Life. Among my friends I number the stars, Shining in darkness and the serene moon. I praise the rising sun that gladdens me. Everything holds to its rightness: The leaves that fall in...