Jeff Mach Writes

November 9, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

A Stave Or Two Of The Ended Story

Once, there was a story that stopped— that stopped— that stuttered, fluttered, waivered back and…

November 7, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

Tonight, Coyote drinks the wine Of his own slit throat And shuffles off to the…

November 6, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

Fairyland, O Faryland Like glass made from purest sand But nothing, nothing, forever stands Fairyland…

November 5, 2021 / I assert reality

Dear kindred, I need not remind any of you of the Great Work which lies…

November 5, 2021 / circuspunk

The night before a convention is a very special time. For one thing, it’s difficult…

November 4, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

As many of you know, I’ve long been a proponent of healthy eating. I suggest…

October 31, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

and so we have come to unite all of the stories, some of the stories,…

October 29, 2021 / circuspunk

Corm had not had the sort of apprenticeship where his Master would’ve walked into the…

October 28, 2021 / Curses

One of my resolutions, now that I’m both (weirdly enough) a bestselling author and a…

October 27, 2021 / circuspunk

It was not, in this moment, the tent-peg which held up the World. But that…