there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in Basic Ideology on Jun 3rd, 2009
Between ideas and talk and rain and dreams and broken hearts and lack of ambition.
Somewhere, there’s still a spark.
I might not be around, as once I was. Everyone goes disappearing.
Think in the cracks in the sidewalk. Wrap your head around cement shattering. The knowledge of rock. [...]
Apologies. Work a lot. Train a lot. Busy, busy week. Gonna start setting aside an hour or so a day again, so I can get my blogging back on track. Book release delayed AGAIN by publisher. More info soon.
By the way - Spark.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Mar 14th, 2009
This is the 25th section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 24, you might want to start here.
Delirium
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When Minus opened his eyes again, it was raining hard and he was soaking wet.
He heard a voice say, “You’re almost there, boy.â€
When he looking around he could find no trace of the [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 4th, 2009
“Doc, what have I told you about sitting on the monitor? It’s gonna take me days to get all the ectoplasm out. Damn.”
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction, flashbacks on Feb 3rd, 2009
“The Queen will see you now,†said the steward.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction, flashbacks on Feb 1st, 2009
He jumps, falls short, dangling with a one-handed grip on the bricks. He let’s go.
Posted in Basic Ideology on Dec 28th, 2008
Sometimes we worry about the things we might have missed, the opportunities we allowed to fade, for what ever reason. For the most part, this is merely existential anxiety.
We worry, because we are. “I think, therefore I am.†No. You are, long before you ever think. Any creature [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 17th, 2008
Minus picked up the bag and emptied it’s contents onto the table. He knew what he would see before we opened it. He remembered all of it. The drinks, and the bags, and the conversations.
Posted in Basic Ideology on Aug 26th, 2008
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We stood in the forest, as the rain fell in sheets. Odin grabbed me firmly by the arm. “They still do not live by the basics! Why do you continue to teach further?”
“All-Father, I cannot make the people listen. I can only give them the light to see the way. [...]
Posted in Jack Tales, fiction on Apr 21st, 2008
Jack was down. Real down. Deep down. Jack had the blues.
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