An Opossum Rests Below the Garden’s Remains

Sunday sonnet

Witches (and writers) know words hold power. Coyote’s Cauldron #5

Here’s my incantation for a…

Nature’s Colors and Patterns

PHOTOGRAPHS TO PARAGRAPHS

Crime Always Pays — Chapter Sixty-Nine

Life was full these days, but Raven never forgot her purpose. Nor did the crank caller, who periodically called her…

Unexpected Greeting-139

Of the unnatural kind

How Repentance Completes Pardon.

“We are each, in a thousand ways, both harmdoer and victim. Sometimes we are hurt. Sometimes we hurt…

Novel Uses for AI

Articles, blogs, and … song lyrics?

Episode 77

The tunnel, encased in Phantom quartz, provided a low light emanating an odd buzz and flicker.

Episode 79

The Head used the wails of the dead like arrows shooting lasers of ghostly sound directly at us.

Episode 80

The wails of the dead were still audible as awareness returned. I had died, but once more I lived.

Episode 78

We were deep in the belly of the monster. The obsidian monolith stood center of the lowest chamber.