there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in Basic Ideology on Jul 28th, 2009
The tracks always come back. Rumi. Shams. Wine and Dance and God. Was there ever really anything else? Since I first discovered Sufism as an adolescent, the dervish spin never left me. The idea that one can get so close, become so consumed in the flame, and love every [...]
Posted in Fragments on Jun 24th, 2009
Richard Matheson wrote What Dreams May Come in 1978, as a love story to his wife. It pops up every so often in my life, and reminds me of the things that I love, and gives me hope. I may disappear from time to time, but it is within my nature to run. [...]
Posted in Basic Ideology on Jun 3rd, 2009
Between ideas and talk and rain and dreams and broken hearts and lack of ambition.
Somewhere, there’s still a spark.
I might not be around, as once I was. Everyone goes disappearing.
Think in the cracks in the sidewalk. Wrap your head around cement shattering. The knowledge of rock. [...]
Posted in Fragments on Mar 25th, 2009
You know those nights, when you can’t sleep? No matter what you do? It’s 4am on a Tuesday. There you are. Staring at the ceiling. Counting proverbial sheep. Your mind racing, any kind of distraction will do. Anything to slow down. Anything at all.
But every Tuesday that [...]
Posted in Basic Ideology on Feb 9th, 2009
I know I hear the same song, over and over. Is it my song? The dance of my dreaming? Will I ever know the glory that is peace eternal?
Sometimes I feel like I get so very close. I can smell it. I can taste it. I can almost breathe [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction, flashbacks on Feb 1st, 2009
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Jan 7th, 2009
This is the ninth section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first six, you might want to start here.
In Which the Good Doctor Learns
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And with that, they both opened their eyes on Minus’ converted basement. They agreed that a nap was necessary to replenish their energies before further work. They laid [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 24th, 2008
I’ll probe the Akashic Library and see what I can find. I’ll contact you later today. Don’t leave your basement for now.
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 The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 12th, 2008
Jane was more than a little puzzled as she watched him walk away. They had talked about a lot of things that had been hard to swallow, but were none the less true.
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