Oracle of the EmpireJoy is throwing bricks. Doesn’t get better than this. They hear my clatter and look down-down and laugh. They pat their soft bellies and…May 10May 10
The Obligation to SpeakThe obligation to speak pricks up under my shoulder blades and out the top of my chest, like frost. The cold of it makes my arms itch. My…Apr 11Apr 11
One Quietly AwakeThe blade whistles for me. We all hear it. He’s heard it fifty times already, but that whistle is for me. Is that my name? Have I heard my…Apr 6Apr 6
No Cure for WritingThe god of writing is a hungry deity. He eats all writers alike. The cost, unfortunately, is writing. The cost is hammering at smoke. The…Apr 4Apr 4
Love is Punk“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see…Nov 10, 2024Nov 10, 2024
