One day, thought the Owl, I shall become wise by a form of mental osmosis.
Category Archives: Sheba
A Bed for the Sun
It sounds like fun.
The Tree in a Boat
It was probably a tornado.
A Spanner for the Works
Now we shall get to it, I hope.
Sheba’s Elixir
That’s better.
The Quest of the Empty Box
With what shall I mend it?
Digitally Printed Regolith Hat
This might be about hats or space travel
Graduation Squares
This might be about Hats, or not.
Beneath the Banyan
Banyan tree, beneath, they sat it. Branches over shading, Sphinx beyond in sunlight, bright on stone. Sheba with all ears, intent. Let us, said the Interpreters, we six burghers, no, not nine suitors. Let us tell the revelation of the machine stripped bare of the data cloud that it generates, through no fault of herContinueContinue reading “Beneath the Banyan”
The Interpreters
Sheba and She Sphinx journey in a wild land where there is no snow. No satisfying crunch underfoot or melt on the eyelash. Very little snowball fun. Where is the Hat that covers a multitude of sins? What are these sins and how can I not see them? Sheba is complaining, as her horse eatsContinueContinue reading “The Interpreters”
The Guardians of the Cave 