Two transfers of protein from new knights, two more sessions of bone smoosh and sweep, and the nobleman wasn’t recognizable form the twisted, defeated creature I’d first met in the temple. He literally jumped for joy, watching his own legs in fascination. “This is what it’s like to not feel pain,” he said, jumping again. … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 47
Winter Longing
Shelter me in fake leaves and fire, the smell of cider or cinnamon. I want the sky to mellow gray, to dream of feasts and coats and fleece. Pull down the growing sun to leave the nights open to lights and tinkle and indoor warmth. I've served my time to heat and watermelon. Hats, glove, … Continue reading Winter Longing
The Taste of Sky
Let me breathe somewhere deep. The scraggy mountains call to me, entreating why I do not run or leap, or bound or climb their limbs. Breathe. And taste the line where sky and stone meet. But my feet are soft, the mountains far and my body lax with care. For while I leap and dance … Continue reading The Taste of Sky
Raising a Hero–chapter 46
I didn’t know how much time passed. I lost awareness of my body for a time, wholly involved in sweeping out the proteins from the knight’s body to the nobleman’s. When I found the knight’s level reaching to just below the amount that Hal had, being an old man whose bone growth had little inciters … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 46
Morning Sickness
Last the days though one night is impossible. Survival through sheer what? Enduring cannot be wasting and withering, and begging for death. Many others have survived. Speak of the night like a fond ghost story, still tingling with horror, because newborns are worth it. Worth it... It's not the worth I fear, nor the lack … Continue reading Morning Sickness
The Responsible Party
Fill me full of dreams while an angel destroys a kitchen and burns holes in the carpet with a child's dream of a match bonfire. Say I may have luck while reprimanding the me, the mom, because the angel spilled the juice left soda on the stairs and got into, yet more matches. Say I'm … Continue reading The Responsible Party
Not Living the Sublime
I know there is the sublime to reach for. Kneeling with fire in her hands and golden beauty as her cloak. But I'm here. Single-wide bad paint job debt and treeless sand. I know, somewhere, exists a dream maker. Framed with lightning, outstretched wings, and a rain of crystal or diamonds. But I'm here. Sick … Continue reading Not Living the Sublime
Raising a Hero–chapter 45
Two days later, after much research into the blood and bones of Milly, Hal, Gus, and Derrick (as well as plenty of practice of knowing my limit before getting a nosebleed), I found myself once more seated in Priest Miurian’s little room next to the bed, where the nobleman, today dressed in less austere shades … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 45
Son of Star
Ah, son of star I see you, up there, blinking and wavering from the constant burn. What you wouldn't give to fall from heaven and dive into the ocean. But the ocean is vast and dark and cold, and so very unlike the family of stars. Burning, as they may, from the essence of their … Continue reading Son of Star
Dreaming of Singing (song)
*To a slow jazz tune* Last night I was dreaming I was singing not on Broadway or a big stage just somewhere with ears to hear Maybe quivre'n with fear like me like me. I was dreaming I was singing like I use to in a small school strong with youth. In perfect harmony all … Continue reading Dreaming of Singing (song)
Author T.S. Lowe 