Mistrial Lawyer
M
Sketches
S
The architecture of hell
T
The operation of the sun
of all aught which comes into existence.
The first selfmoving being to miracle an other.
A mover which is impossible without contradiction.
Bookbinding
B
As most people did during the early months/years of the Covid outbreak, I picked up a new hobby that didn't really go anywhere. I started "bookbinding" initially for a couple DnD campaigns, creating in-theme travel journals for my characters using a bit of glue, loose papers, and scrap fabric I had laying around.
Serendipity, Inc.
S
It started like it always does. Girl meets boy, girl watches boy for weeks, girl maps out forty-seven possible conversation starters including a list of boy’s preferred hobbies and salutations in eight different languages. “Hola!” Mallory finally said. She did not speak Spanish. “Huh?” Todd replied. Mallory stared in silence. Did he just not hear her, or was it possible that a full-grown human...
Coney Island
C
“Dodge, you’re not going to believe this! Wake up!” Roger knew, even in the disorientation that came at the end of a fitful night’s sleep, that the reason why he was being shaken and addressed so excitedly was that Jim had stumbled across something new and shiny and couldn’t wait to tell him about it. At least three out of every five mornings started this way for Roger. The quality of the...
Spawning at Eagle Creek
S
We set out with poles and line
Into the pre-dawn dark
He leads, but I am
Uncertain through the murk and mud
I linger too long and he
Slips into the trees
Textile Artwork
T
Embroidery, reverse quilting, and feltwork.
Fear and Trembling
F
The assistant editor sat and tried desperately not to sweat as he waited for the girl to arrive. The way he tried not to sweat was to distract himself by humming out loud, as any attempt to consciously not sweat perversely resulted in increased sweating. He didn’t hum any recognizable tune or melody, and an outside listener could only come to the conclusion that this was not your run-of-the-mill...
The First
T
For Cara, greatness wasn’t a choice, it was an obligation. She’d felt this way as long as she could remember – from the first time she held a number two pencil, any test scores not in the ninety-ninth percentile were met with universal disappointment. It was often explained to Cara that if she didn’t succeed, it was only because she wasn’t trying hard enough. She found that difficult to...