The spirit is sweet and warm. A tawny red flashes from bottle to glass. Red, like the tint of my brightest memories. —- Jack. I Listen.
there’s this dream, then I’m awake.
The spirit is sweet and warm. A tawny red flashes from bottle to glass. Red, like the tint of my brightest memories. —- Jack. I Listen.
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 moment of it. I lost that [...]
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic 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 —- They were roused from a light sleep around 7:30pm by the ring of Minus’ phone. It was Kotoko. Minus answered. “What [...]
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic 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 fiction, The Cost of Magic 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 —- 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 [...]
Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic on Jan 10th, 2009
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Posted in fiction, The Cost of Magic 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 fiction, The Cost of Magic 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 fiction, The Cost of Magic 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.