The Cost of Magic #16
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic on Feb 4th, 2009
“Doc, what have I told you about sitting on the monitor? It’s gonna take me days to get all the ectoplasm out. Damn.”
there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic on Feb 4th, 2009
“Doc, what have I told you about sitting on the monitor? It’s gonna take me days to get all the ectoplasm out. Damn.”
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic on Jan 13th, 2009
This is the twelfth section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first six, you might want to start here. Jane Takes Matters —- Jane awoke to find Minus sound asleep. There was a note on the table beside the sofa bed. It read: “Jane. I spoke with my uncle not long ago. I [...]
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic on Dec 17th, 2008
Minus picked up the bag and emptied it’s contents onto the table. He knew what he would see before we opened it. He remembered all of it. The drinks, and the bags, and the conversations.
My shattered form. My broken wings. I am nothing now, but white powder.
Posted in poetry on Jul 29th, 2007
I wrote this poem when I was in college, I think… —– black butterflies fluttered through the night sky i stood facing destiny in the cold, dark wind i reached and grabbed one by its wings the black powder-life came off on my fingers and left my little insect kin flightless he flopped, mindlessly, across [...]
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