Project Paradox

Spectre of the night so frightful, Without shape or face or name. Pitiless, it holds the dreamer, In throes of phantom fear and pain.  And when the light drives back the dark, The dreamer wakes to find it gone. No shape, no face, no name recalled. Nothing but the empty dawn. Writer’s Review: Ironically enough, [...]

I look across the room and find eyes meeting me. A face that hides a soul, the Mirror Man is he. He stares steadfastly back, almost quizzically. As if to pose the question, “Am I all they see?”  It certainly is a quandary: to be or not to be? For does not beauty lie in [...]