“You’ll understand when you’re older,” Is what the vampires say. “Once you become one of us you’ll know why we prefer night to day.” “She’ll grow out of it,” Is [...]
Between the Drafts: Apprentice Alliance
A while ago I wrote a blog post exploring how my book, The Balter of Ashton Harper, changed from draft to draft, and you guys really seemed to enjoy it. [...]
Yet More Rain (a poem)
Out the inn room’s windowpane is rain and rain and yet more rain. I write by guttering candleflame (to rain and rain and yet more rain) sore with walking, stiff [...]
Riding the Shuttle Alone (a poem)
The driver asked if I’d like to sit down I replied “I’ve been sitting all day.” The greater truth was that I wished to feel the floor move and sway. [...]
Mortal Tea (A poem)
There’s a graveyard across from the coffee shop.Between them — a highway with cars that don’t stop.Thus, I sit, a mortal with teaand a spirit contemplating mortality.Displayed through windows stretching [...]