Hayden Moore

‘In the elder days of Art,Builders wrought with greatest careEach minute and unseen part;For the Gods see everywhere.’(Longfellow) Every morning, when the withered gray fingers of dawn cast a pale light in her room, Borea blew out of bed to see what time it was. Confusion was a masterpiece ofContinue Reading

‘The beauty of a star-shaped figure—a hexagonal star, say—isimpaired if we regard it as symmetrical relatively to a given axis’(Ludwig Wittgenstein) ‘I’m at sixes and sevens here…’ Those were the last words she remembered her grandfather saying before his end. The words that followed were garbled consonants articulated by theContinue Reading