There was the One, and everything was white. The One didn’t remember his beginning. He only remembered his first act. He wanted there to be color, and there was color. Then he wanted ground, and there was ground. Then he wanted a body, and thus … Continue reading The Bottle of Beer (the Fourth Chapter)
I’m writing to say that it’s time to let you go. I’m sure the tribes of the church of hatred will click their heels and jump with joy at those words, but they don’t exactly mean what they hope they do. They mean that I … Continue reading Noah, Part Three
No prince of poetry or prose has ever conjured the words that describe what I need to say to you now. I’ve checked. Yes, you are forgiven. No forgiveness has ever been warranted. I understand your situation. It’s so hard to be who you really … Continue reading The Letter
The ancient wizard ambled slowly and deliberately down the coil of stairs that lined the inside of the stone walls which formed the skin of his remote spindle of a tower situated at the edge of the land, standing precariously before the sun on a … Continue reading Noah, Part Two
The day’s December melancholy draped the hills and streets in the form of an omnipresent mist accented with drizzle. The traveler’s refuge was the festive environment of a Starbucks rather peculiarly situated in the sculpted desert neighborhood where he had recently been hanging his hat. … Continue reading Noah, Part One
A long, long time ago, in a land far, far away, there was a great lord who lived in a castle. He had knights and nobles and servants, as well as mountains of gold, and the walls of his castle were impossible to break by anything from this earth. But … Continue reading Great Lord
I watch you from so far away, unable to reach you as I am shackled to this skull and bones throne of propriety. You stand there alone, surrounded by legions of nascent Olympians. Every inch of you, from your cinnamon hair to your angel-winged feet, … Continue reading Blessed Virgin Jezebel
There he stood as always, outside her door, waiting for her to come out. They had somehow gotten the myths crossed. It was not vampires who had to ask permission to enter a house. It was people like him. Unfortunately people had to know he was there … Continue reading The Ghost
The Greeks spoke of three fates. I am fated to have three of my own: the one that never was, the one that isn’t now, and the one that never will be. While they can be conveniently arrayed into past, present, and future, none are … Continue reading Moirae