71 – Prairie Arsonist

My stories are often accumulations of images and characters, because one of the ways I amuse myself and torment others is by trying to combine incompatible concepts and ideas. This is one of the earliest images that spawned what’s become Bluebird: a dream I had years ago about a girl running ahead of a tidal …

62 – Update

This one’s in reference to Bluebird. It’s a portion of the story just a little bit in the future of what I’ve put up here, so it’s not too much of a tease. I tried a sort of structural thing in this sonnet – the first stanza is from Bel’s perspective, in the second we …

52 – Atlantis 18

Long before Captain’s Log was ever a thing, there was Atlantis 18 and Gale. As with most of my stories, that one started with a dream and a misheard phrase. When I was about five years old, I heard the term “race riot” used in my presence for the first time, and before anyone took …

35 – Soulslip

I know it doesn’t seem like it, but this is about Bluebird’s universe, which is in fact also Captain’s Log’s universe. It’s all one big sprawly thing that has gotten completely out of control from its roots as a snarky space porno. There’s still probably going to be plenty of bonking, don’t you worry your …

28 – Ghost Imaging

This one’s about Tia Never from Bluebird. I imagined her initially as some kind of necromancer, but that’s not quite right anymore – it’s more like probability manipulation at a quantum level. The army of nanomachines is totally unrelated, that’s just one of those things that happens by accident when you’re charming and sweet to …

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 …