Category: Writing

  • Drift

    A single moment is a glistening sparkle Drifting playfully on the sighing wind Individually insubstantial, melting at your gentlest touch, Your slightest attention, Escaping by your very attempt to capture it Destroyed by your every attempt to preserve it   Yet All those moments that evade your eye That fall around you, unnoted, unknown Softly…

  • The Walking Man

    The walking man keeps walking through fire and through ice He never doubles back or walks the same path twice Though there may not be tolls, there always is a price. The walking man keeps walking through fire and through ice The walking man keeps walking and will not be deterred Every step with growing…

  • From Arizona to Missouri

    In the summer of 2007, I had an epiphany. It was about, of all things, Rock, Paper, Scissors. Rock, Paper, Scissors is a non-transitive method of decision between two people, wherein each secretly picks one of the items and they compare. The key bit is that each item ties with itself, loses to one item,…

  • The Memory of Pain

    Awhile back, I had a toothache. I don’t mean a sort of ache-in-the-gums, vague, “oh, I’d better brush more regularly” toothache. I am talking about a full-blown nuclear meltdown in my teeth. Throughout my life I have been blessed with pretty strong teeth but now the evil forces of dental decay had their vengeance. It…

  • Takings and Leavings

    Let’s just take a moment Take stock of where we stand. I could take you all the way If you’d just take my hand. I can take direction When your writing’s on the wall I will always take your side But I won’t take the fall. When you leave me, you still take me by…

  • Meaning Between Extremes

    The fact I walk in darkness Doesn’t mean I love the night And the fact I didn’t see it Doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sight. The fact I won’t surrender Doesn’t mean I want to fight. And the fact it all went wrong, Doesn’t mean it wasn’t right. The fact I never said I love…

  • A Tide Between

    Two bodies whirl past each other, reaching across the void tugging at each other’s centers pulling each other into a dance they circle a common center If things were simple, if they were simple The dance would be eternal A balance between come-hither And keep away That turns attraction to stability. But they are not…

  • The King Lies Dying

    The King lies dying. Night after night, awake in his bed at an unholy hour, he feels his life leaking out of his body, gathering in limp black pools in the pits of his history, like the sweat that congeals between his back and the bedsheets. Unseen above him the stars stagger ’round the sky…

  • Lunacon 2009 (4): Sunday

    After the hectic pace on Saturday, the con wound down somewhat before concluding on Sunday. I attended a panel on Galileo, another one on world building, and one on World Domination. Then I attended the dead dog filk and went home. Along the way I finally met up with someone I’d been on the lookout…

  • Lunacon 2009 (3): Saturday

    Today was the busiest of the convention. I gave blood; saw Mercedes Lackey and others hold forth on building fantasy worlds; participated in a discussion on financial crises in sci fi; participated (sort of) in the Masquerade after all; caught about half of a surprisingly good 1940 adventure film; and caught all of a not-at-all…