In ancient days, I wrote one of the first Steampunk rock operas, “Absinthe Heroes”. I… Read the postA Field Of Poppies
I live under a rock, and I live comfortably And I am vastly flatter than… Read the postThe Under-Rock
(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
I sing of the cult of Ecstasy, the abandoned, and forbidden, the subverted and inverted,… Read the postThe Cult of Ecstasy
The Smallest Person In The World is secretly not upset that you can’t see her.… Read the postThe Smallest Person In The World
The Master of Sleep looks like sleeping is the last thing she will do; that’s… Read the postThe Master of Sleep