14 – Crow’s Daughter

Still got Bluebird on the brain, sorry. This one is about Tia Never. I decided to do some art to go with this one, and I realized I haven’t drawn her before, so here she is, probably a bit older than she currently is in Bluebird. There was a minuet in mouse footprintsoutlined in dust …

12 – Programming

I swear I didn’t start this one intending to give the Queen a chance to reply to yesterday’s sonnet. She just busted on in. Yes, I know the allegory is about as subtle as a meat axe. Therapy’s going fine, why do you ask? Inside, the forests go on for milesseven thousand in every direction,limitless …

11 – Axiomatic

I’m struggling with variant rhyme schemes for the last sestet. Keep trying new things to figure out what kind of rhythm or feeling each one is best suited to conveying, and I feel like mostly I’m just limping along. This one is CDECDE, and it’s the ones with E, with three rhymes in the last …

Consort

Previous This part of the city is mine, insofar as any part of Cariad can belong to anyone but the Queen – so, both entirely and not at all.  Like the sharks rule the ocean, but overlook much that they are too large to see… there is a certain freedom in the fact that the …

Artificer

Previous The blade bites deep into the wood.  The trees bleed easy here, close to the beach, their flesh fat with water.  The young woman with the knife presses her mouth to the rough bark, dips her tongue between its folds into the cleft she created, and when she sits back on her heels, the …

Leper

Previous I’ve been walking in the city more this year.  Reports suggest my activity within the walls has increased 34.29% over the previous eighteen months, and noticing this trend has not affected the rate of increase. It is not quite forbidden for me to do so, of course.  Very little is forbidden me. Most people …

Bluebird

A fragment of the sky flutters down to rest on the branch of a berry bush. “Bluebird,” I whisper.  The bird bobs as the wind lifts it, and regards me without fear.  It’s a young one, just out of its first molt.  The forest will bleed when I take such a young heart from it… …