Dearest, darlingest, lovely players:

I seem to have mastered a dance between being ever-present and forever disappearing.  I skirt that unreliable borderline between having the potential to be a good castmate/CR and being utterly befuddling and frustrating.  Most of you know the reasons for my ephemeral presence in Luceti with both of my poor ( Read more... )

He pulled butterflies by their wings
from her back as she grappled
with finding fingerholds
in the trees they shared.
A stumbling buzz--blue winged--
skirted the air between
her rising cries and the undulation
that was his windowpane.
Their toes were curved
into the earth, bark-wedged.
And they rocked, to tipped and--
like the moonscaped tide--
pulled and ( Read more... )

I cannot name the needle
that sews my fingernails,
the blinded burble pull
that seems between my teeth.
It is a sentiment, a requirement
that is not desire.
It is a brittle leaf.  It crawls
as veins lashed and twisted.
To leave me, it sands.  Then with eyes
of ruptured pools, I become oil
filled, hot and beaded.
I cannot call it with
the curve of a fingertip.
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