Jeff Mach Writes

November 15, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

The Explanation

But I am normal. I drive a Datsun and dream of starships, is that weird?…

November 14, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

I came here to escape All the things that I have done And in my…

November 14, 2021 / Jeff's Writing

The Shot Curly Ed leaned over, sighting squint-eyed down his cue. He looked peaceful, but…

November 13, 2021 / circus

Once upon a nearly-endless time, somewhere in the late 19th century, there was a mummified…

November 12, 2021 / (unginged)

Listen, the reason you’re not writing is just plain ol’ laziness. There’s no conspiracy involved.…

November 9, 2021 / (unginged)

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…