there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in Fragments on May 20th, 2009
Sometimes you wake up, and you find yourself in those quiet moments. Like a dream was about to begin, but it was cut short by consciousness. It’s hard to say if the dream you missed was worth the waking. You look at your life.. and think, “Where the hell have [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction 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
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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 needed more [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction 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.
Posted in Fragments on Nov 29th, 2008
This was originally posted back in July 2008, on the Twitter Travels blog. I am reposting it here, due to the start of the new series of columns, Fragments.
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It’s hard to quantify things when you are looking backwards through the filter of memory. What happened? What did we do? Where did we go? Two [...]
Loki is feeling very funny. You can tell this because I just referred to myself in the third person. I feel like doing thought flow writing, so, most of you can just ignore the following.
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Posted in poetry on Jun 9th, 2007
Ashes fall from my cigarette.
I realize that it has started to
burn my hand.
Snuffing out the butt in an achingly
overflowing ashtray. Brought back
to the world at hand.
Lost in thought.
Pleasant memories
often hurt more than caustic ones.
I feel the fire
light the flame
cigarettes are all that’s left.
-Loki.
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