(From the classic story “Sredni Vashtar”, by Saki”. Sredni Vashtar, vengeance Lord Can’t be cajoled.… Read the postSredni Vashtar: a small homage
I danced a Tarantella With a different sorta fella; Distinct with burning eyes and burning… Read the postThe Whirling Doll
“Make for me an iron lock And keep me yours, and keep me yours Break… Read the postIron Lock – A Captured Faerie Poem
Once, there was a story that stopped— that stopped— that stuttered, fluttered, waivered back and… Read the postA Stave Or Two Of The Ended Story
In ancient days, I wrote one of the first Steampunk rock operas, “Absinthe Heroes”. I… Read the postA Field Of Poppies
(the Circus never leaves.) What is the Circus, if not those who make it be?… Read the postThe Circus Leaves
Behold, the Carnival Moon, Huge in the sky, Full, of course; Werewolf dreams happen here.… Read the postThe Carnival Moon