A Sonnet to Helen (1998 ( Read more... )

As Christ's love washed over the planet, the fighters dropped ( Read more... )

No one has wished me luck for my railroad interview tomorrow morning at eight.

Yet.

Absinthe has the aftertaste of orange peels. That takes me back.

edit: Morgan, this refers to Sunday night, not today.

Okay, here is my halloween costume.


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5th grade: Tongue ( Read more... )

My grandparents are here, waiting out the storm.

Tomorrow, I will watch either Harold and Maude or the new Hitchhikers' Guide.

Also, I'm resuming work on Christmas in Space.

This is as live as it gets, people.

You're an ambitious Catholic, building yourself a church. It just so happens that the site of this church also contains some 50,000 victims of the plague and Hussite War.

What do you do?

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In my dreams, everyone is speaking German. I've never heard a word of it spoken in my life, but there it is--guttural, disapproving and unmistakable. I'm sitting at my desk, and around me, the Germans are like a flood. There are hundreds of them, stocky and rigid and loud and always busy. Their strange language collides with itself until it is ( Read more... )

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