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I Pray on Christmas

Sat, 23 Dec 2017 02:57:32 +0000

  I pray on Christmas That the Lord will see me through I pray on Christmas He’ll show me what to do   I pray on Christmas He’ll help me understand And I pray on Christmas He’ll take me by the hand.   Kathleen stared up at the status board, and couldn’t help letting out […]

Flash-fiction: In Every Age

Wed, 06 Dec 2017 01:23:48 +0000

Actually, the Goldberg twins had been born under the dome at Curiosity Village, on Mars, and little Rachel Levi had grown up at Luna Colony. Earth might be in their blood, in their DNA, but it wasn't where they were from. Not the way she was.

Elseblog: Sunday Brunch: The Coming of the Cardinals

Mon, 04 Dec 2017 03:23:55 +0000

The males are brilliant crimson and scarlet, and when they cock their heads and stare at me from their bright eyes, I’m convinced they’re appraising me in the same way I’m assessing them.

Media Files:

Cold as Ice

Sun, 03 Dec 2017 05:48:02 +0000

The winter ocean was dark blue and slate grey, and the waves were choppy and tipped with white, but Harmony didn’t feel the cold when she was swimming. And she was swimming, fast and purposefully, following the hiss of raindrops falling in the cold sea, and the rumbling voice she knew so well, except that […]

Only if it’s Eartha Kitt

Sat, 02 Dec 2017 05:05:01 +0000

"Well… Eartha. Eartha Kitt could do no wrong."

The Audition

Wed, 01 Nov 2017 04:26:27 +0000

"It can?" I ask, inwardly pleased that my voice remains steady. (I'd been certain I would squeak.) "Easily." The word lasts three times as long as it should, and then I feel it… my body is changing. My shoulders and rib cage are expanding and suddenly instead of the two arms I was born with, I have six, and when I move them, it's as if I've always had six. "I don't know what to say," I tell the Host.


Tue, 31 Oct 2017 00:31:00 +0000

"I know, but there's something about her that… I feel like there's something I'm meant to be seeing, or… comprehending… that I'm not." "The informational brochure describes her merely as an unnamed saint."


Sun, 29 Oct 2017 15:00:00 +0000

“Hello, Naiad,” he chuckled. “How’s the water?” It was the same greeting he offered every morning, as soon as her head broke the surface of the water. And every morning, she gave the same response, “Jump in. See for yourself.” It might have seemed like a brush-off, save for the warmth in her voice and […]

Published Elswhere: Not Exactly Persephone

Fri, 27 Oct 2017 12:30:28 +0000

Today I have a story over at Modern Creative Life. An excerpt is below, and you can read the full text of Not Exactly Persephone at this link. It was her trademark, she said. A beret with a butterfly pin was how the world would know she was herself. The first time she saw him, […]

A Pinch of Stardust

Thu, 26 Oct 2017 14:09:54 +0000

I’ve always loved playing in the kitchen. I remember all the times I watched as my grandmother and my mother and all the aunties would bustle around, measuring out ingredients and filling kettles, stoking the fire of the big old coal-burning oven and testing things for doneness. Sometimes they’d give me some dough to shape. […]