June, 2014

Our Hero, or Faith and Desire: A Voiceover

Oh, Axys. He wouldn’t know me from Eve. But when he stops in front of me, mouses over the halo hovering above my head and presses his forefinger down—click—I need him to understand what he means to me.

on ______

what is it like? 
lightning, clearly; 
all atomic foofaraw; 
the glint on the scales of a trout.

Cold Planet

Halfway up a frozen turret in a room with thin ice walls backlit by still quasar I started to think that maybe Cold Planet was a prototype, just a world with no content.