“And so I just grieve, groaning, 'Let me not go To the Place of the Shorn: My heart is now precious... For I, I am a poet— And my flower is golden.” — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“It was not enough that food aplenty was within Man’s grasp: he wanted more. It was not enough that prey surrendered themselves to Man… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“Roman, his breath hoarse and ragged, his body trembling like a leaf in an autumn storm, hugged himself in unspeakable fear as the thing’s… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“This fifth and final sun will die, Like every sun before— But for a moment we laughed in its light, Like wind-blown petals Sparkling… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“Whatever its origin, the Demon Hand is a scary thing to face. When you get in and out of bed today, be sure to… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“And so I just grieve, groaning, 'Let me not go To the Place of the Shorn: My heart is now precious... For I, I… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“Man had discovered fire when lightning struck and set a tree or two alight, but he was clumsy and greedy and stupid and could… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“I want to be part of your story. I want your story to rearrange the symbols in my mind. I want your voice to… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“In the place of the bells, where battle is waged, The reeds all lie broken in Chalco today. Dust yellows the air, our houses… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“She imagines that she is a seed, driven by the wind, that withstands cold and heat, the worst possible conditions, until one day it… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
“Who could truly set His shield to rest? His throne? His mighty spear? Think on that. Remember it well, O princes. Who could lay… — David Bowles Copy Share Image
