Sister! anaross has written the Buffy/Poetry/Spike story! And it's twenty-eight chapters of poems and wonderful and demons and snow and striving and sex and Edna St. Vincent Millay (who is all of those things really)!

My Life Closed TwiceI haven't found much fic to read the past few days, doing a lot of reloading and malingering and whining, and then one ( Read more... )

Beyond the rim of the starlight
My love is wand'ring in starflight.
I know he'll find in star-covered reaches
Love, strange love a star-woman teaches.
I know his journey ends never,
His star trek will go on forever.
Tell him, as he sails his starry sea
Remember, remember me.That, I still know off the top of my head. But ask me to hum the tune? You ( Read more... )

Ah, stale cigarette smoke, catnip, and rank goat: the inimitable scents of Christmas.

Have some nativity poetry, reeking of 1950's domesticity and Sunday school:
( The Watch )

So we're back in Maryland. I've typed up and backdated three entries I wrote on the trip. They are rather whiny because I wrote them when I had time-- generally when I was bored and tired. But I *did* have fun. Mostly. The most exciting thing that happened was when we stopped at a little gift shop at Sunset Beach and this black cat with lighter ( Read more... )