Three Different Ways

Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths

  • Odds & Ends

    I have the itch to write, and naught a topic to write about. I’ve been sitting at the keyboard, staring dumbly at the screen to no avail. I do have some ideas to ramble on about, but none of them will have the length I am accustomed to. Maybe I should have made a Tumbler.

  • Easy

    The crumbs are hardening on the plate. I’m actually watching the moist smears harden.

  • One Sunday Afternoon

    What silliness. Are you ill? Perhaps you’ve caught a cold, or one of those roving illnesses that sweep through the city from time to time. Look at you. You worry me.

  • Results of OpenID Commenting Test: Fail

    A few of you brave souls were able to leave a comment after logging in with OpenID. The bulk of you curious folk, however, were not. Thank you very much for emailing me, and FB messaging me about the failure.

  • Need Help: Testing OpenID Commenting

    Some of y’all are trying to leave a comment using the OpenID system, and are not able to do so. I tweaked some things, but need third party (YOU) help to confirm if I done broke it good or fixed it good.

  • Tomorrow

    “When will it open?”, asked the son. “Tomorrow.”, replied the mother. “But I want it to open today!”, demanded the son. “Not the right time.”, replied the mother. And the son was sent out to play.

  • Moving On

    Set off to pitch a fire, instead found a new home. The svartalf helped me find this place, but only after days of purgings and purifications at his insistence, and by his hand. The cave didn’t look like a natural formation to me, there were too many inconsistencies given the dark granite that formed it.

  • Lose Some, Gain Some

    His hand was open the entire time. Twas my fear that kept me bound. I lose a name, and gain myself. It wasn’t that long ago, I openly came out and publicly admitted I am a Lokean. Twas a label I had been actively avoiding since Loki grabbed me and caught me in his snare.

  • Washing The Fear Away

    I laid down to dream with a firm goal. There was a place I wanted to see, a dream denizen I wanted to talk to. The migraine had lifted, and the summer cold it was segueing into was more an annoyance than a hindrance. I set my mental rudder, closed my eyes, and set forth.

  • muse

    write and do not stop until after the world has ended and has been reborn anew