elcome and thanks for stopping by!  First off, my name is Kã (pronounced like Kay) Riley.  My new site is under construction with new features being added regularly, so please be patient and check back often.  Why don't you  now, while you're thinking about it!  You may be asking why this domain is "ThePegasus.com" and why this site is called "Ka's Kastle."  The reasons date back to my early childhood, growing up in Dallas.  I have written a poem explaining it:

She sat scrunched as small as possible Silently staring out the window While the car sped over the railroad tracks Into the darkness of the summer night. She saw how the city lights reflected rainbows On to the cool glass of the windshield. And poised high above the other buildings In the distance was the Red Neon Winged horse Which captured her heart and soul each time She longingly looked in its direction. But she knew her destination lay over the river And into that small new house where she shared The cold front bedroom with the crying baby boy. The tiny dark haired girl learned to pretend sleep Until the squalling infant hushed for a time. She knew she must quietly stay in bed While her parents watched TV or talked until Late into the bewitching hour, But once they closed their bedroom door Then and only then she would creep from her bed. Sometimes dragging her blanket with her to The large window between the beds. There was a streetlight that shone softly Through the sheer crisp cotton curtains Surrounding her in a surreal glow, Allowing her fantasies to run rampant During the deep desperation of the moment. She would close her eyes and see that Red Winged Horse Imprinted on her tiny eyelids; Pegasus had already filled her heart with dreams Through those lonely loveless miles Bumping over the railroad tracks Zooming past the city lights And holding her breath as they Crossed the bridge over the pungent putrid river. She imagined somehow scaling Magnolia Tower - She'd offer a lump or two of sugar to Pegasus Who became a living breathing magical creature In this mystical secret realm of hers. He'd bend his majestic self allowing her To sit upon his back, hidden between his wings. He would stretch his mighty wings Flying her away to a glimmering castle Nestled in the billowing clouds, Where loving arms would protect her From that terminally dismal drive into unhappiness. ©Ka Riley, 2001