The moment my magic pushed past the barrier of his skin I instantly understood what he meant by bone. Jagged webs, branches, and sticks of wayward bone growths lined the surface of his bones, stabbing and crowding into the surrounding tissues, even taking up the place of some in the less mobile sections of his … Continue reading Raising a Hero–Chapter 40
Of Mother
I remember two-year-old me bouncing on the ratty queen bed in my grandfather's basement throwing a rock at my mother's TV. She had found the rock who knows where, but she collected odd things like that. Whatever reminded her of vast open spaces where Indians ran free. She came out of the bathroom in … Continue reading Of Mother
His Black Bench
Sometimes I look back on this ex of mine who turned out to be a sociopath. I write more about him in my short-blurg of the passion confused boy. But on the sociopath stuff--for reals. Did the researched. He told me himself after such and such tests. Yep...but...I guess I'm still trying to make sense … Continue reading His Black Bench
Remember to Crush the Daisies
My eldest son, when he was not quite two, loved crushing the daisies that grow like dandelions in coastal Oregon. He'd yank them up, then crush them with a satisfied "Doh!" Yeah, probably the cutest thing on the whole dang planet. But, then again, I'm his mother. Biased to the extreme. Yet, at the same … Continue reading Remember to Crush the Daisies
Raising a Hero–chapter 38
In the days before our meeting at the temple, Gus let me practice my magic on him. We were even able to do it in the open, on the cool floor of the cellar, which Hal had opened for me since another late season heat wave was passing through and it was time for him … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 38
Baby Barf
I remember that striped shirt. The one my father wears. My little baby had barfed all over mine, so he gave me one of his from the dirty laundry. It had smelled... of generic male deoderant. Not the most sentimental of shirts. And he's still wearing it. Maybe my baby should have barfed all over … Continue reading Baby Barf
My Spouse, the Dreamer
You dream so many things. Leaving me to hold my tongue and confess I don't believe. Because you dream to cope, and I dream for direction. You, to imagine meaning to your strife. And I to put a place to strive for. You don't remember, I can't forget. That I in my weakness can only … Continue reading My Spouse, the Dreamer
I Am a Horrible Person
I am a horrible person. A 600 pound woman, with flesh hanging like veils past her limbs, gave birth to a 40 pound baby not too long ago. And all I could wonder was how it had gotten there in the first place. ...You're probably a horrible person too.
Raising a Hero–chapter 39
On the plus side, I learned about temple oaths. Learn something new about this world every day. And I even got to see these various bits of metal when Priest Miurian met us at the temple door and walked us up the stairs to the second floor and through a golden door. It was a … Continue reading Raising a Hero–chapter 39
The Ten Original Thoughts
I was once told by a yoga instructor that every man only has a max of ten original thoughts, with the average being five or six. Every thought can be traced back to those originals, and outside of that we don't get any new thoughts. I've since wondered about my own thoughts and tried to … Continue reading The Ten Original Thoughts
Author T.S. Lowe 