Completed Poems from Missives
Though the flow'r may bloom ere long and night recede unto the dawn, so yet may love's embrace grow fond and still be spoilt upon the wan. Brave are you and wield your smile: A cudgel, tool, a keen-edged blade. You are not wan, love is not...
What Remains of Yourself
Boots? Check. Knee-high stompers with buckles from ankle to top. Dark enough brown to pass for black. Cradled the paws oh-so-nicely. Leggings? Check. Clingy and stretchy, form-fitting. Dark enough red to pass for brown. Showed off those big,...
Missives
Sir, If it please you, I write concerning our last meeting one week and six days ago at Mister G-'s manor, wherein we spent a happy hour discussing the finer points of his garden. You requested that I write back upon returning home and I find myself...
Centerpiece
"Hey E," Aaron mumbled, the cat nudging the turn signal lever up to make his way toward the right lane. "Mmm?" Erin peeked up from her book to see how far they'd made it into their journey. Still about twenty minutes. She lowered her gaze once...
Chapter Nine
It took AwDae just under two hours to find the microphone. The first hour was spent searching the auditorium thoroughly. Ey searched by walking around clapping and humming, then singing songs half-remembered from productions ey had helped with in the...
Chapter Seven
AwDae slowly picked emself up off of the floor, staggering to eir feet in the middle of a long row of lockers. Ey hardly felt weak, but the shock to the system of being in the tech booth and theater sim, and then suddenly being back in high school was...
Rum and Coke: Three Short Stories from a Furry Convention
### Preface I spend a lot of my time thinking and writing about the furry fandom. It's something that's near and dear to me, and I would have been a much different person in life without it, and I don't think that would've been for the better, either....
How Many? (rough)
_Since this isn't a bunch of animal people...this is a work of fiction. All events and characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental._ "Oh for pete's sake, quit fretting,"...
What I Expected (rough)
_Since this isn't a bunch of animal people...this is a work of fiction. All events and characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental._ Painting their nails had always calmed...
The Hand of God
The day began with a coyote giving a javelina a hand in setting up countless contraptions just within the edge of the forest, describing an invisible net of arcane geometries held there five feet above the ground. The coyote lugged the total station...
What Defines Us
Darren, Haven't heard from you in a while. Do you think I could come up and visit for xmas? Been a while since I've seen the little monsters. Let me know before prices go up. How are you? How is Leila? LYF Mom * * * Mom, I'm sorry I haven't...
Every Angel is Terrifying
I take the bus to the edge of Sawtooth, basically as close as I can get to the highway on local transit. Beyond here it's all industrial. All warehouses and junkyards and hulking, silent buildings painted gray or beige, or not painted at all. Machine...