Short Fiction
Again, and Again, and Again: A Parable
A study in loop, light, and the loneliness of the divine
Short Fiction
A study in loop, light, and the loneliness of the divine
Short Fiction
There was once a woman who lived at the outermost edge of a crowded city. She wasn't wealthy. She wasn't particularly powerful, either. But she had something in abundance that was rarer than either of those things – time. And because her time was precious, many came
Short Fiction
The first time it fell, no one noticed. It struck the earth in the night, a streak of fire breaking across the crooked sky. By morning, only a shallow crater marked the spot where it had landed. The farmers who found it thought it was a piece of machinery, an
Dreams
Conversations With Robin at the Edge of Departure
Short Fiction
They said she was mad. Not with any sentiment as dark as malice, or at least not exactly. They just used that tongue-clucking, tilted-head tone people use when someone stops playing by the rules. When someone removes the lace from the curtains and starts growing wildflowers instead of roses. “She
Short Fiction
They arrived without fanfare, though they were dressed for it. One by one, they emerged from the folds of the early morning into my misty garden. Creatures of fur, claw, tusk, and hoof. Each robed in velvet and brocade, each carrying a violin that hummed with more than music. I