The Grey City Blooms
Written for revertstar, because he asked for a story and said the magic word. Posted 140 characters at a time on Twitter, unpolished in all its oddball glory. **** Once upon a time, in a world cold and...
View ArticleBeauty in the Broken
Ever have one of those moments that you must write, must put pen to paper or you will explode? I wrote the following story/poem/thing many moons ago, but I still remember. All is truth, even the happy...
View ArticleAll Hail Story, The Grand and Terrible!
A story is an odd thing. It changes as the teller changes. It mutates with a reader’s perceptions. Even when pinned meekly to a page of paper or a computer screen, it is never quite the same. With each...
View ArticleEnd of an Era
My grandmother left several legacies when she died. Some are in the community (getting up at 4 in the morning to put together boxes of food for locals seniors younger than her). Some are emotional (she...
View ArticleThe Pledge
I shall dip my pen in the Well of Dreams And write in tongues long lost to mortal lips I shall draw with eyes a-flame and hands lost to madness I shall sow the seeds of genius in the hearts of men And...
View ArticleA Knight in Pale Lavender Armor
A short story I wrote long ago and far away, partly for a gay friend and partly to protest Disney movies. (Mostly because I liked writing it, though.) A Knight in Pale Lavender Armor The story didn’t...
View ArticleFictional Truths
Fiction books can be as full of revelations as any holy book. During a particularly long hospital wait (12 long, long, LONG hours sitting around doing nothing) I had the time and inclination to do some...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Musing musing musing….
(crossposted from my Tumblr, but what the hell I need blog-fodder ) Needed a place to stash this while I think on it. (NOTE- My, did this get all Matrix-y when I wasn’t looking O.o) ~~~~Please note...
View ArticleThe Key That Cuts
There is a Key that is a Knife that is an Invitation. It gleams in the moonlight, silversharp and waiting. You forged this Key, with straightforward paradox and enigmatic simplicity, with scraps of...
View ArticleWhat They Want Is The Light
They skim the shine off moonbeams and trap skeins of sunlight in dusty dirty liquor bottles. They steal the glint in a lover’s eye and the glow of hate’s embers. They are not interested in color...
View Article