The big raincloud-colored eyes, the shapeless nose, the tangled dirty-blonde hair splayed to her shoulders. She wears no bathing suit, but isn’t exactly naked instead her body appears featureless, like a doll’s, lacking nipples or navel, freckles or scars-incomplete, unfinished. IN MY DREAM Lucy Sparrow stands facing me in the night surf, fists on her hips, waves bursting softly about her thighs, looking much as I remember her at twelve when the two of us were best friends forever: blood sisters. How to fit into a world which, with every passing hour, …a child’s major attention has to be concentrated on Rendering death and forever with each breathing The power of your intense fragility:whose textureĬompels me with the colour of its countries, Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals “A Matrix of Angels”: The Original Short Story Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in PublicationĪ matrix of angels / Christopher Conlon. This book is also available as a limited edition hardcover and in trade paperback editions.Ĭover art: Filippino Lippi (c. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. He Is Legend: An Anthology Celebrating Richard MathesonĪll rights reserved. Midnight on Mourn Street: A Play in Two ActsĪ Sea of Alone: Poems for Alfred Hitchcock
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