Once upon a time the Earth grew heavy with love or rage or longing, and all the generations of gods and demons assembled to hold council together.  The detente had lasted as long as any of them could remember, just as the blind Fates had decreed.  They were built to strive with one another, to vex and to thwart -- but never to conquer, not truly, ( Read more... )

I went to make a purchase from a used book shop.  Digging through my pockets for money, I came up with the usual assortment of ribbons, old receipts, post-it notes full of  phone numbers and poetry snippets, library cards, and pretty stones (three new chunks of quartz, found on the street during my morning walk).  The conversation with the ( Read more... )