Paul Shepherd

Nymphs and Satyrs are conjured back into activity when poetry is recited and fluffy clouds sail above the contemporary, domestic landscape.

A "grand dame's" delirious daydream blooms like a voluptous blossom in spring.

...What once was for him "real," is now but a "dream," --for the day comes when we find ourselves stranded with memories.

When the body's "primal" urges feel deprived in a "modern" age, a debate about "sex" and "love" ensues to resolve the question — perhaps even find some solution that will suffice!

He hears the whispers of gargoyles in a hall of heavy stone.

A girl with two male companions in a room is a space where the mind's eye wanders!