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  • Takeoff

    Takeoff The jet screams down the tarmac but it’s all fading fast. Grass breaks through asphalt; trees rise; branches twine forming a forbidding wall. The jet skids; its body molts its disguise. The passengers wink out of existence leaving me astride a dragon wond’ring if they were ever real. At this instant, it matters not; the… Read more

  • Waiting

    Waiting

    Waiting (Picks up from Light the Wreath) In dark we stand about a candle slim. We light this Advent taper in caves deep, in castles old and forests bold. Though dim it stands this tiny flame to ward of sleep. We keep the watch and wait for the promise. In monasteries, the brothers’re chanting. Everyone’s waiting for the… Read more

  • Not a Fan: Pumpkin Chuckin’

    Not a Fan: Pumpkin Chuckin’

    Pumpkin Chuckin’ (Hear, ye! Hear ye! You’re invited to: The First Annual Chuckin’ of Pumpkins at Mount Eredren, Shayari Presented by Mount Eredren’s Ranger Core Judged [under duress] by its commander, Jerlo Come one; come all and have a ball!) ~ ~ ~ How’d I get into this situation? Jerlo wondered as his Rangers built trebuchets and… Read more

  • Light the Wreath

    Light the Wreath

    Light the Wreath (picks up after Faith ends) Ran cracked the door open, peered though to rule out mischief in the living room. Standing there Nolo, Inari, their son Nerule, in a small circle, with Nolo talking, “…livest and reignest forever. Amen.” Nolo nodded; his son hesitated. “Put the purple one in; we can eat then.” “I’m not… Read more

  • November in my Rearview Mirror

    November in my Rearview Mirror

    November in my Rearview Mirror November draws to a close; I repose and reflect on the adventure so far. I’ve come from fantasy places supposed to exist where bright dreams and nightmares spar… Come into the seeming, the dreaming time and slip into the fantasy I’m weaving. Leave reality behind for some time, let someone else, to the… Read more

  • Turkey Bowl (or Turkey’s Revenge)

    Turkey Bowl (or Turkey’s Revenge) Sarn waited for Nolo to tell him what tonight would bring: practice, running, scouting or wandering around the forest, but just as the man started to speak, shouting and the pounding of feet interrupted. Two forms shot across the meadow, something white chased them, threatening gobbles erupted– Sarn’d never heard that before;… Read more

  • Faith

    Faith “…he needs faith,” Nolo said, “in something, my God, any god, it would help a great deal.” “Faith takes time,” his wife replied, “meetings by friends who introduce…don’t make a big deal out of it if he refuses to come.” Footsteps. “So I shouldn’t invite him to church?” “I just meant if he says no don’t succomb… Read more

  • Black Friday at the Low Market

    Black Friday in the Low Market Sarn glared at the black cloth strip in his hands. Light-tight, once tied its weave would hide his eyes, suppress their glow, allow him to withstand the low market crush and not jeopardize his son who would be his eyes for this trip. Now tied, his vision cut off; his… Read more

  • The Match

    The Match

    The Match Cyprus’ ringside seats enabled him to watch the match. Who’d leave in a coffin? The acrobat tumbled, his strength let him toss the mawkish gawker out on his fin. Through the hawker’s hand lapis lazuli beads slid, clicking, blocking Cyprus’ view. The stench of brimstone warned he’d better lie low ‘fore the serum wore off. Sweat… Read more

  • Giving Thanks & Turkey Carving

    Giving Thanks & Turkey Carving

    Giving Thanks & Turkey Carving “Why he do that?” Ran pointed at the bird. Nolo defeathered it on the terrace. Sarn drew Ran back inside. “To cook the bird, you have to remove its feathers.” Distressed Ran squirmed, “he’s hurting it.” Sarn shook his head. “It’s already dead. So it can’t feel pain.” Ran glared betrayal, but his green… Read more