Jeff Mach Writes

November 13, 2021 / circus

The Monkey’s Other Paw

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…

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 / (unginged)

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…