The document describes three different stories or ideas: 1) A poem about an old Mazda light bulb that can illuminate a room with intensities of 50, 100, or 150 watts without flickering. 2) A story about a large white egg that has appeared in a clearing and the narrator is obsessed with it but does not understand why no one else seems to notice or care about it. 3) A brief story about a beautiful angelic woman with silver hair and azure eyes who possesses great power and independence and has pledged to protect hope and defend rights with her might.

1. Idea:Old Mazda Lamp,50-100-150 W
By John Hollander
O n o r
O f f E I t h e r d a r k n e s s
u n l ock e d a g a I n o r r e e n g i n e d
d a y l I g h t p e r h a p s g r a d e d o n l y b y
s t e pped I n t e n s I t I e s f I f t y w a t t s a p a r t
I n a n y e v e n t n o c o n t i m i s t I e s like t h o s e
o f f l i c k e r I n g no n o r e v e n o f f a d i n g F l i ck
C l i c k a n d t h e r e I t I s s u d d e n l y Oh y e s I s e e
I n d e e d A mi n d h u n g b r i l l i a ntly u p on filaments
s t u n g b y s o m e u n t on g u ed b r ightness opening up
a l s o e s c l o s e d a n d t h e d a r k unbounded room lit
b y b a r e b u l b s c o l l a ps es i n t o a n un hurting box
o c c u p i e d b y f u r ni t u re now avoidable The dot
o f c l o s u r e m e n a r es the a t t e n tion which in
t h e f l u t t e r o f e y e l i d s c a n o n l y t r e m ble
l i k e a n e r v o u s c h i l d l y i n g a w a k e lest
h e b e a w a r e o f t h e m o m e n t a c losing
Shutter of sleep claps to But a
Snapped off dreamed disperses
Into darkness like gold
Becoming more notes
Becoming light If
The eye lies open
To such dust as
S u n l I g ht brings
i t w i l l n e v er
burn But that
Creation make
A visible big
Difference is
The way minds
Look a shaper
Will burn
Outw ardly
First and
Thus once
There was
light

2. Although
He could remember
A time when the egg had
Not yet appeared in the dearing
He could not recall any specific occasion
On which he had first noticed the blank
Porcelain like ounid taller than a man squatting
Placidly on the grass,nor had he ever heard any passer –by
For this clearing was not at all isolated remark,”You know,
In the days before the egg…” Indeed, no one other than himself
Paid it the slightest notice, although everyone was aware of the egg’s
Existence:anyone to whom he mentioned the egg would reply with a
Smile and a brief platitudeor small joke before changing the subject
Or burying on. Only an occasional child seemed to think that the egg
Was something special, staring at it long and long as i f unsure whether it
Was attractive or repulsive, until being bustled off by a parent. Surely there
Was something wrong with him, that he alone inwardly made so much of the
Egg wanting to attack it futilely with a hammer, or smash open his skull against
It, desecrating its white perfection with his bloody brains, or drench the
Ground around it with his tears, or seize every person who passed through
The clearing by the collar and hold them against the egg until one of them at
Last revealed why all men but he had joined themselves in a conspiracy to
Deny the egg’s infinite significance. But he was as certain that everyone
Would consider such behavior insane as he was that everyone felt
About the egg exactly as he did but refused to admit it. So now he
Simply sits on the grass staring at the egg and wondering
Whether sitting on the grass starring at the egg is the
Answer, or whether perhaps wondering whether
Sitting on the grass staring at the egg
Is the answer might be
The answer
The Egg
By: John Corelis

3. The Savior Angel
By: Princess
Her hair
Were shining
The like rpent She
Soft silver way g with fluttered her
Gorgeous feathers, cold that wings a little, staring
A beauty she possessed breezed past her at the advancing clouds
Since birth,perfect and eyes-shade of azure of grey silhouette displaying
Powerful, her symbol of shimmering optimism its total grin of death
Independence, liberty hope of better world with every passing moment
Mind couldn’t provide she had pledge to her hope grew stronger
Infused in her petite self protect with all firmer than before. She took
Was the power to defend her might and a deep breath. Alone she
Her right. Slowly unfaltering hope stand waiting to
She smoothen her heart pumped………..declares the
Them fire into her veins, warory
She resolve to conquer
The dark forces