55 – Leshya

Keshena’s story gets real sad, real quick, and it doesn’t get much better by the end. The more I work on it, the more I understand the trauma of my own that I was expressing through her, and the errors in her thinking that lead to her never being able to grow beyond that. I …

31 – Refracture

Some Shadowplay-related free association. Mirrors frighten me, for a number of reasons. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t recognize myself in mirrors – this has improved somewhat as my presentation has become less gendered. This might be a longer essay, but I feel an argument could be made that many nonbinary people experience dysphoria as …

26 – Ouroboros

More poetry from Elie Nine, our insect priestess. I really need to get on the Shadowplay rewrite so you can meet her. She’s a profoundly weird person. Sometimes she feels like the clearest expression of me I’ve ever made – she speaks in the unfiltered voice of my brain, without any effort made to organize …

23 – Afterimage

It’s a breakup poem! I don’t want to spoil the story by saying who it’s about, but it’s from Shadowplay. There’s a lot of heartbreak in that one, I’m afraid. It’s actually mostly heartbreak. And drugs. They say every painting is a self-portrait, right? I don’t go to your side of town these days.The glutinous …

19 – Transubstantiation

I have not yet failed you, friends! I had a very busy day today but I did manage to bang some words together. It’s about Keshena – she’ll tell this story herself in a much more straightforward way before too long. I realize it’s a little sassy to rhyme “love” with “prove,” but Shakespeare did …

17 – Eat Your Heart Out

We haven’t quite gotten there yet, but there are bug-people in Shadowplay, one in particular whom we’ll be spending a lot of time with. She’s got a human boyfriend, whose family is very worried about him ever since he ran off to live in the woods with a giant bug. This is a love poem, …

Shadowplay: Act 1, Scene 6

ensemble dance (introducing Lt. Kaedin Calidus as… regrettably… himself) During her years in Capria, on the eastern coast, Keshena had attended many overwrought social functions, and thrown a few of her own.  The face she had worn then had enjoyed it; with the weight of seventy years and more mistakes between them, she now found …

Shadowplay: Intermission

Intermission The next day, Keshena woke with her arms afire.  She sat up and found them limp and aching.  With a disgusted grunt, she pushed herself out of a pile of cushions and clothing that only resembled a bed by the most generous of definitions, and dragged herself before the mirror.  You look like shit …

Shadowplay: Act 1, Scene 5

in which the imp gives up one of her secrets   “What is a thread, Keshena?” Den Roth scowled at the back of the imp’s head.  Her clawed hands spread and flexed in the air at the edge of the balcony.  Below, the bustle of the Basilica was muted, quieter here than the sparking hum …

Shadowplay: Act 1, Scene 4

featuring several sparring matches and one costume change It wasn’t unusual for Keshena not to see Lin for several days running, and she had been kept busy enough not to notice when a few days became a week.  There was at least one other in the guild older than Keshena herself.  The man who taught …