The Mirrors (part forty-six)

      The Mirrors (part forty-six)     Ships come into harbor. Ships want doctors. Countries on the world’s other side want… Everything of the west, so they say. I am forty-two. I won’t be the father of a child. Might I not marry? He can, at this, think only of his misery in […]

My Blog Week: May 21 to May 27

All the Latest from Torsade!                                   On Monday, All Bedlam Courses Past, with Élucide updating Gilbert on Honoré. Thursday, The Totem-Maker begins the role of priest’s assistant. Friday, The Mirrors, with Charleton revealing something of Old Dumain’s nature. Saturday, […]

All Bedlam Courses Past (part forty-three)

          All Bedlam Courses Past   Chapter Two Avarice Creeping On (part forty-three)         He was interrupting her, he was nakedly mortified by the notion of spiritualism; he had given to the word that intonation no member of Ebrach’s circle would bear unchallenged. And he was wrong, in […]

Yoharie (part three)

Yoharie Giarma Meets Trevor (part three)               The car pulled to the curb, engine running, a hand at the window. That, over there, the hand was saying to the driver. It froze, then gestured, well, okay, but why not? Kate pulled her hair into a mock ponytail and let […]

Magical Beings: This week’s AI images

Fairy Queens, Shamans, and maybe goddesses?     I began with a request for a magical being who lives in a house made of butterflies. It doesn’t seem there’s much concept of butterfly construction for the bot to draw on, so it gave me houses adorned with butterflies. The light of the first image has […]

The Mirrors (part forty-five)

      The Mirrors (part forty-five)     Then the war. Then the epidemic. And I was ill, but I worked. St. Hubert hummed quietly for me. Charleton, old friend, here you’ve come to me again, telling lies.   Here is Charleton, weary of movement, a book on his lap. A medical text. He […]

The Totem-Maker (part three)

The Totem-Maker The Little I Can Tell (part two)                     I do not mean to dwell on trees, except to say I remember the smell, and the bitter flour ground from the seeds that matured at summer’s end. This flour I knew intimately, as among my […]

My Blog Week: May 14 to May 20

All the Latest from Torsade!                                   On Monday, All Bedlam Courses Past, with Élucide locating one Sartain at the Nashville station. Wednesday, The Totem-Maker recounts more early memories. Friday, The Mirrors, and the viewpoint of Charleton Dumain. Saturday, Yoharie, Hibbler’s […]

All Bedlam Course Past (part forty-two)

          All Bedlam Courses Past   Chapter Two Avarice Creeping On (part forty-two)         Temperance, she might have said, the dry laws, and why [asked naively] do we not enforce them countywide? These posturings were the political game, the sniper’s blind built of sticks and straw; her father […]

Keep his distance (poem)

      Keep his distance   He is much closer now to his condemners Manners, if good social manners would stop the driver of a van He will sit, monitor this scene through a dirty screen A wireless device at rest near his resting hand Hand that touches no lover’s knee She in the […]