This is a Portmanteau* story. I've been obsessed with portmanteaus, and this is the latest manifestation. It's a work in progress. She was a cortle, not a bratle, hovering under floaps, her friends the, Orish, swasting around her. The splurgling of her woret was beautilodius! But abwa, out of her woret, was the Dorld. The … Continue reading The Pond
"We're deplaning now. Please utilize the exit at the front of the plane." "Deplaning, ugh." "Only because 'disembarking' is too long," Steve said. "It's not a real word!" "It started in 1923." I considered this for about a nanosecond. "Slithy." "Now who's making up words," he said. "Lewis Carroll. Lithe and slimy smashed together." "The … Continue reading Portmanteau
This is a homophonic translation of Non sono in queste rive by Torquato Tasso. I'm sharing it because I laughed myself silly when I read the finished product. The idea is to find a poem in a foreign language and read it aloud and write down the words that it sounds like. It's a great … Continue reading The Ridiculosity
The chemical relationship ionized dreams and lifted hopes. Though they were fraught with isotopes, the shared events were joyous. The spiral and complex weekends did not need explaining. Soon, the data showed cursed elements. The erasure of the happy road became a periodic part of each day. A metallic ploy mandated a unique wall; each … Continue reading Beginning and Ending
My short story, Imago Dilinquents, has been published!! It can be read at Teleport Magazine. I want it noted that I did NOT choose the image. Although it does bring to mind something my dad would say. He didn't like science fiction because it was about bug-eyed monsters. Cheers Dad!