She watches the ocean for days sometimes, in her cold grey tower looking out over the rocks. Sometimes there is a seagull. But there is never a ship ( Read more... )

This one's been kicking around in my head for weeks now, but something being-angyl said made me think it was time to finish it.

After The End Of The WorldThe tallest thing you'd ever seen ( Read more... )

It's not that I cringe from sex
But seeing your soul naked in your stories
Seems so wrong when we are only strangers.

(with apologies to Leonard Cohen)
( Lay me down )

That Girl Inside My Headthat girl inside my head and me ( Read more... )

There are no omens
There are no portents
there is only a raven
sitting in a tree.
As he did yesterday
As he will tomorrow.
But yesterday you were blind
And did not see
today you see and call it magic
tomorrow he will be sitting
Watching you tell yourself stories
of the shape of things to come
But the bird has always been there.

You asked if I had a hero ( Read more... )

If I didn't tense up like this
the angst would just leak out
and destroy you all
I'm doing you a favor.

( Poetry )

Working on this book chapter is destroying my brain.  I work all day and come home and write, and at the end of it all, I can hardly remember human speech.  I have visions of SAX parsers dancing in my head at night, and I can't seem to shut down and sleep.  Sweet sleep.  Dear sleep.  Dear god, how long will you elude me?

( Poetry )