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My Funny Fantasies
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My High Fantasy
From Before the Flood http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IAZ0NM2Read more... ) -
My Science Fiction
Escapees from Hell http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IAZ0NM2Read more... ) -
My Astral Series
Book One: God’s Lioness http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00IBGF4ARead more... ) -
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I’ve noticed that up at the lake I lack the need for music as background noise. Something about the waves and birds makes music redundant. I realize that music as a human construction is older than urban life, but for pre-electronic age people music was something they made themselves, an act of creation, while for me music is something I merely buy ( Read more... ) -
Poetry Galore!
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“Anything Goes” is a collection of short stories that cruise along the boundaries of sin and saintliness, inspired by my youthful trips to “Rocky Horror Picture Show,” my interest in pagan and Christian mythologies, and my struggle to find my morality ( Read more... ) -
Done with slacking off
I've been slacking off since I arrived at my parents' house near the end of May, and this morning I decided it was time to stop. So I wrote a 1000 words of fiction this morning while my parents were off taking photos of birds. My goal is a thousand words a day, five days a week. Yes, discovering "Once Upon a Time" was wonderful, and I've been doing ( Read more... ) -
Back from the lakes
My parents and I spent a week at a cabin on a lake with my mother's sister and brother. My aunt has gone an entire week without picking any political arguments. Whew! She did complain that her grandson had graduated from a high school that was 1/3 white, 1/3 black, and 1/3 Hispanic, but when we did not share her horror she didn't continue that ( Read more... ) -
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I’m Nobody
By Emily Dickinson
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s a pair of us - don’t tell!
They’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!