Some years ago, my brain—unbidden—committed an act of literary vandalism and produced the following. Apologies to… everybody.

Whan that Aprille with his slithy toves
The droghte of March hath perced to the borogoves,
And bathed every veyne in …

My sister, aptly blogging at @QuilledSister, writes short stories on her blog. Read her stories; they’re wonderful. Every so often one of them lodges in my imagination and sends me wandering down a side path of my own. This is one of those …

(In collaboration with @QuilledSister; she titled this Keening)

“The song one!”

“Oh but you’ve already heard that one.”

“Tell us again!”

“Yeah, yeah, we want to hear it again!”

The four …

Quoting @QuilledSister:

Of course I still use checks! Anyone taking your money should hear the power flick of your pen, dearie.

Writing a check looks like an innocuous bit of financial sleight-of-hand. You scribble on a piece of paper, and some …

Somewhere between all the worlds, a door stays open. Outside, heroes save the day and ordinary folk grow old without ever hearing its name. Behind it, the Grudgery hums.

Nobody knows who you are in this bar. They’re too busy with their own …

My sister, aptly blogging at @QuilledSister, writes short stories on her blog. Read her stories; they’re wonderful. Every so often one of them lodges in my imagination and sends me wandering down a side path of my own. This is one of those …

My sister, aptly blogging at @QuilledSister, writes short stories on her blog. Read her stories; they’re wonderful. Every so often one of them lodges in my imagination and sends me wandering down a side path of my own. This is one of those …

My sister, aptly blogging at @QuilledSister, writes short stories on her blog. Read her stories; they’re wonderful. Every so often one of them lodges in my imagination and sends me wandering down a side path of my own. This is one of those …

_My sister, aptly blogging at @QuilledSister, writes short stories on her blog. Read her stories; they’re wonderful. Every so often one of them lodges in my imagination and sends me wandering down a side path of my own. This is one of those …