there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Mar 29th, 2009
This is the 26th section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 25, you might want to start here.
Jane’s Journey
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In the astral world, Jane’s soul was exploring. She saw the pyramids of Egypt in their greatest glory. She flew over Atlantis, populated by ethereal glowing balls, that she could only assume [...]
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 10th, 2009
This is the 19th section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 18, you might want to start here. Section 19 ends Part 1 of this novel.
And So He Walked
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They were roused from a light sleep around 7:30pm by the ring of Minus’ phone. It was Kotoko. Minus answered.
“What the [...]
Posted in off-topic on Dec 20th, 2008
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.
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 [...]
Posted in Developmental Theology on Mar 12th, 2008
Posted in Jack Tales, fiction on Jul 3rd, 2007
Here’s a Jack Tale. It’s less than famous, even for Jack Tales.
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Jack was a mean old blacksmith in this small town, in the Smokie Mountains. This was a different time, mind you, when people still rode horses mostly, and blacksmiths were really important.
Jack was the meanest man anyone had every met. He hated the men, [...]
Posted in poetry on Mar 19th, 2007
An angel walks across the streetHer fingers move through my hairbut I can’t feel her
Angels don’t exist in my worldNo god does interveneThere I am still on the streetbut no angel next to me
An angel walks across the streetHer wingtips grace the groundbut she’s just walking rain to me
-Loki.
(This was actually for a college poetry [...]
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