If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dreams, where immobile steel rims crack and the ditch in the… — Van Morrison Copy Share Image
“Krisztina played the song. It was a lament made of eight notes, repeated. It was an empty melody. It sounded elemental too;… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
“Is Shimmer a floor wax or a dessert topping? Is an electron a wave or a particle? Slipstream tells us that the… — James Patrick Kelly John Kessel Copy Share Image
