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 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 The Cost of Magic, fiction on Feb 4th, 2009
“Doc, what have I told you about sitting on the monitor? It’s gonna take me days to get all the ectoplasm out. Damn.”
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 Jan 10th, 2009
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Jan 4th, 2009
Posted in The Cost of Magic, fiction on Dec 19th, 2008
“We haven’t slept in three years, Jane. Here’s an Ambien. We can figure out more tomorrow. We’re safe here.” He handed Jane the small white pill, and a glass of red wine.
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.
Posted in poetry on Jun 1st, 2008
For the first time on Loki Listens, I’m going to publish a poem I am actually sort of proud of. Hopefully someone will enjoy it as much as I do.
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Drink in the night.
Can you feel this flavor?
The wine is deep red.
The love is crystal clear.
Drink with me.
This cup we share.
We are not this.
We never [...]
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