The Spacers weren't the first to think of that. The golden nosed seed passer was an artifact of some antiquity. It had been known to the Grovans and that was some centuries before the great cloud arks or nebular crossings. The Spacers were not great inventors but were great embellishers, which it must be admitted is a form of invention though it ( Read more... )

Stilts were broken out but the slugs showed no ability. Neither did they take to the trapeze or the high wire. The ring master grew impatient. When the night of the show came round he shoved the slugs into a cannon and blew his problems away to rapturous applause.

Tombed in a room suspended over a city. Rocket's racket fizzled out hours ago. yak yak yak

Basil Bremen turned on a dime. The spaceship tried to keep up with his rapidly accelerating mind. Neural puppet strings pulled his hands, made his fingers dance with fury and desperation. The fiery cloak came down and smothered him. Rage spoke his mind. The clown fell down into the cockpit. Basil burnt him in half, freezing the laughter in his ( Read more... )

Gutter dreams and junkyard scenes gathered in a bouquet of rusty blossoms. Fever speaks the empty room quakes to hear the rattling sound. Day spent in the bottle goes untimely into the covered bed of Night. Awake yellow Moon show your stained and bruised face to the unquiet city. Indifferent asphalt grinds feet to nubs. Through the soles of ( Read more... )

It was a long time ago and I was just trying to get out of the rain. Off the street and under the awning. An old man who barely reached my knee held out a ticket and an open palm. I filled the palm with coins and he handed me the ticket. Out of the steaming city into a clammy dark. Somewhere a piano played uncertainly. Before me were odds ( Read more... )

The mad glare of rage reflected in the possum's jeweled eyes. Egg-sucker to the thunder lizards was now garbage impresario in the land of the apes. We hadn't even climbed up into the trees yet and now we were the masters of the globe. The tyrranicides intend no peace for us. They've brought down mightier creatures than us.

Never hire jugglers on a new moon. Leaving your kid on the roof isn't a cure for fever. Storm conjurers are to be avoided at all times. Don't burn corn for the dead man.

I'm so thin.

Walked up into the hills. No plan, no particular joy in it. but started to sit in the sun. started to drink. started to tap my toes. started to listen to music. surprised a few times by other hikers. once when I just got through relieving myself. Thought of bugs under stones and spirits racing through the air. Can't consider one without ( Read more... )

Today a rare coincidence of calendars, the gregorian and the julian, brings all christians to easter at once. A rare moment of unity for dissociated yet intrinsically linked parts. For my part I'll go walking in the Northern spring.