Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The dawning realization...

...that both fingers and ink move more slowly in fifty-eight degree temps.

Thursday, October 09, 2008


Something live has for the last two days been slamming itself bloody against the inside of the fireplace. It's been threatened, pleaded with, abused, and named, all to little avail.
You tell yourself that you'll never be the sort of woman that leaps onto the highest surface at the merest flash of a wing or a tail or a glittering eye. You tell yourself.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Morning routine.

mullberry rouge from Persia--2 gold pieces
Black Sea kohl (Medea's speciality)--one shorn ram
age defying appleseed oil from the Hesperides--5 rattlesnake tails
UV-blocking balm (Heal-ios Inc.)--one amber necklace
membership to Atlas Gym--12 wool blankets
hair brightener--courtesy of Midas
making your wishes count--priceless

Wednesday, October 01, 2008

More trouble than they're worth.

Hobbit's a delicacy that can be prepared any number of ways. They're soft and tender with flesh so aromatic that herbs just become a redundancy. But there's only one way to cook a dwarf and that's to boil it, salt it, crack it like a nut. And watch your teeth around its basalt bones.