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Beyond the ken of mortal men, beneath the
wind and waves, / There lies a land of shells and sand, of
chasms, crags and caves, / Where coral castles climb and soar,
where swaying seaweeds grow, / And all around without a sound the
ocean currents flow...
Graeme Base, The Sign of the Seahorse
Most of the items below should link in just fine.
Diversions is still broken. My favorites are The Moons
Bright Snowflake Song and The Judging of Lord Wolf
(under The Haunted).
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The Haunted
A collection of four of my poems that share common elements:
darkness, animals and a rather mysterious atmosphere.
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Windy is as Windy Does
One of my more light-hearted items. I wrote it for a
fiction/poetry class in the spring of 1996. Because I had recently
chosen Scirocco as my more-or-less-permanent handle, I
wanted to write something about the wind.
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Morning Glory
I used to be heavily into making my verses symmetrical and
orderly and this older poem is a prime example. I also liked
archaic words like thy and thee, so they
found their way in here just as they did for Windy is as
Windy Does above. This one dates back to 1994.
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Dark Umbra
I always liked the idea that you could somehow journey
outside the universe and learn a lot about how things work or just
escape to a place of quiet restfullness. I imagine such a place,
if it existed, would be very dark (or very bright?). So, thinking
of it as a shadow, I chose the title.
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Old Tales
Even older than Morning Glory, I found this
languishing in one of my old spiral notebooks underneath the bed.
It was inspired by several things, Narnia and Redwall chief among
them.
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Lost Highway
Though it was inspired by the David Lynch movie of the same
name, it has only the most minor correlation to the film. A little
more insight is available in that niche
over between those two pillars.
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Fridge Fun
One boring night in May of 2000 during a stay in my
brothers dorm room, I spied the little fridge used to keep a
ready supply of caffeine and take-out leftovers chilly. And since
I had nothing better to do with my time, I sat there on the floor,
trying to use as many of the word tiles as I could. Here are the
dubious results. Last Updated:
04.10.2002.
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Haiku
I bought a set of my own word magnets at the Discovery
Channel Store in Santa Barbara, California; a collection labeled
Haiku. And though its quite possible to write
other bits of poetry with these tiles, they do seem to lend
themselves to haiku poetry. I really have a lot of fun with these
(especially since I invented a great way to display the tiles using
HTML) and will probably update this page frequently.
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Haiku II
A small collection of haiku composed away from the
cookie sheet which serves as home for my tiles. I try to keep
them as close to the Japanese ideal as possible, which is to
say, involved with nature or one of the four seasons. However,
some of them are very like what a science geeksuch as
myselfmight write....
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Such Revenge on You Both
Forever is perhaps a concept my mere mortal
brain is incapable of embracing. It
takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like
someone, a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to
forget someone. And we cant really hope for
much more than that. Allow me my illusion.
Apologies to Gene Breshears for stealing the title of one of his
Tai-Pan stories.
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The Moons Bright Snowflake Song
One day near the beginning of April 2002 when wed
finally rid ourselves of some late snow, a good friend invited
me to an Artist Salon aimed at giving creativity a
kick in the pants. I avoided testing my lack of skill as a
painter by bringing along the cookie sheet on which I store my
magnetic poetry tiles and Im very happy with my three
hours of work. Its a lot of fun creating something with
only a limited repertoire of words; its an exercise I
highly recommend for anyone who feels their creativity is in a
slump.
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Diversions
An in-class publication from my poetry class in the spring
of 1996. Every student submitted one poem and on the last day of
class we all wandered around signing our poems for the others. I
was the projects one-man layout and design teamthe
title page, table of contents, organization and, of course, one
poem are my work. All poems are the
sole property of their respective authors.
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Dragon Flute
This is the short tale of a little girls experience on
the shore of the ocean when she plays her flute for the waves. It
was given to me as a present by a good friend. It was written on
the fly and is very special to me. Please respect it as if it were
your best work.
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Cinderella
At the end of English 101, we were given a choice between
writing one of three essays or writing our own version of
Cinderella. Since I never much liked writing essays (though I can
write them just fine) I chose the fiction option. I thought it was
pretty good (I got an A!) but after having it torn to pieces for
over three hours at Writers Night a year ago, Im
thinking it needs a little revision. Im not bitter, I
just... thought it was better.
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So Here Are the Questions
This isnt a poem in even the most liberal of geometric
enclosures. Its me pining for things I cant have,
namely the love and affection of someone very far away. I had
someone specific in mind when I wrote it (a long time ago) but it
also serves well as a general midnight rambling of the
mind.
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Tales of the Tai-Pan Universe
A fanzine dedicated to publishing the best anthropomorphic
fiction and artwork in Known Space. Tai-Pan is a science fiction
publication produced by the Tai-Pan Literary and Arts Project,
based in Seattle, Washington. Stories range all over, as far as
theme and subject matter, but all take place in roughly the same
area of the galaxy at roughly the same time. A cast of characters,
created by the contributors, provide dramatis personae and hooks
on which some of the more creative of us hang our stories.
Im just the copy editor, though I do, technically, have a
character.
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Pelgrane Press
Publishers of the excellent and marvelous Dying Earth RPG,
based on the powerful literary work of master author Jack Vance.
If, for some unfathomable reason, you have not read
The Dying Earth and its companion novels, you must at once
remove yourself to the following hyperlink and purchace a copy:
Tales of the Dying Earth. |
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