“Such beauty did unfold that the heavens wept to paint the desert sands. All but the sun with its death rays witnessed the Dance, the Soaking. All but the moon heard the Mating Calls, the Merge, the Birth of time. It was here, and only here, the next thing happened. The next thing only happened […]Read more "Animals in the Rain"
The clangor of iron on stone hangs in the air. Dust filled air, heavy and still. All time does is perpetuate. I turn but it was a tardy turn I step away but it was out of tune. An incestuous vine violates me. A rat-a-tat scrape scratches, rasping and rasping. An interior protest […]Read more "Whistler’s Dilemma"
“The alchemists meant no harm!” A snort from the young woman. She spat chewed berries through the iron bars. “Look at it, look at it.” Behind the iron bars the sad face, a residue of the old old king. Chills ran down her back. It was the defiling depth of sadism combined with eons of […]Read more "Prime Mechanics"
A violent puff of dust attacked the Maker of Precious Things. A boy’s hair cut long ago, embedded in the today’s newest artefact: a blue light killer. “What is this?” a warm timber voice, sounds of ancient lore. “In Ninua well call it a script. It tells us what was said. Inana kissed the […]Read more "A New Strain of Calligraphy"
That day the city burned. Kishaa’s Pearl burned. No aid came from the South for the old king crumbled to dust braking away into the sands of time. No alchemist nor Autonoom stopped death. So a scene from the city. A mother’s cry to the frenzied worrier, to the Gods, to the Sky. “There he […]Read more "Warp Anomaly"
The cup, the staff, the candle. Shards, ash, smoke. Remnants of the red days, when curtains folded, when dungeon after dungeon was filled with screams, rats and a stank floating over the city. Silence but the winds holds this fortress now. Writings on the wall of old: “At the God-Foundry the city was forsaken” Words […]Read more "Usurper Dissident"
Putrid perfume scented the forest. It was in every leaf, every root and every seed. Prime Parasite’s consuming impulses unknowing to the King’s foragers. Rooted deep and old. Tickling the bones of the earth. Waiting, always waiting. Yet now, at the edge of being, on the white hill overusing seas of time it had fully […]Read more "Reason to Start Again"