Alice put her house up for sale -
there are new tenants.
The lavender is growing thick and out of control.
One stalk at a time, the cone-shaped juniper bushes are morphing back to their original leaf structure.
Blackberry brambles are covering the hole where cool air used to rise.
I hope Alice comes back.
I tell stories from life fragments - arranging reality flat upon the page until it shows signs of order. Recently, the process has been here in this public space.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
"So," said the knight, turning to his squire, "what would you think a suitable gift for such a repulsive creature."
(Overhearing the discussion:) "PUZZLES!," replied the large, grotesque worm, spittle projecting both at the 'p' and 'zz'. The worm wiped its mouth on the decaying tree stump, then glanced back at the bridge under its attendance.
"I like puzzles."
(Overhearing the discussion:) "PUZZLES!," replied the large, grotesque worm, spittle projecting both at the 'p' and 'zz'. The worm wiped its mouth on the decaying tree stump, then glanced back at the bridge under its attendance.
"I like puzzles."
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
I can recognize the first indistinct messages from the dark tower: a suggestion of regret; a footnote of embarrassment from some skewed remembrance.
When you know a monster by its True Name,when you have touched its cold, hard surface and measured its dimensions, it loses the better part of its power -- it becomes what it is, nothing more.
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me." t jones--The Labyrinth
When you know a monster by its True Name,when you have touched its cold, hard surface and measured its dimensions, it loses the better part of its power -- it becomes what it is, nothing more.
"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen, for my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. You have no power over me." t jones--The Labyrinth
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Peter
Peter the squirrel woke up later than usual. The sun had been up for hours, so he expected the weather to be hot and muggy, but it wasn't. He took extra time with his chores, letting his mind drift from one thought to the next. Everything seemed to have a bright magical film, the air glistened. Laying out his nut and berry lunch, he made a mental note to remember this bright and beautiful summer morning.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Jimmy laid his cheek on the cool grassy bank just shy of the water's edge and looked out upon the plane of the lake's surface. The lake heaved up and down. Pressing his ear against the ground, he could hear the lake's deep, strange voice. A sense of vertigo swept over him as he imagined himself falling into the dark otherworld.
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
Saturday, June 22, 2013
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