I don't know about you, but I love poetry—adventure poems, Lenten poems, cheese poems, sehnsuchty poems, tree poems, heart poems, shark poems. A good friend and I are getting together this weekend to read poetry together, and maybe I will bring this one along. “Do you … [Read more...]

Greetings from the far side of Hutchmoot! Last Friday i sat on a ten-or-so-foot-long leather couch in the Nameless Triangle of Chinwaggery with sunlight streaming in the tall windows, conversations humming nearby, and Doodlemoot easels before and behind. Dozens of guests had … [Read more...]

Every queen needs a general, and every bard needs one, too. I have so much respect for young Borley. Armulyn stepped between the children and the Fang and strummed his whistleharp. He blew on the whistle and played a fast jig, tapping his feet on the floor and working his … [Read more...]

This passage woke up my yearning to see Dugtown from above. I've never seen it from below, either—I think I might like that less, in fact—but the idea of the city spread out below me, sunset glinting off the river, spires and roofs radiating outward from the crossway below my … [Read more...]

Leeli's sweet, fierce heart is remarkable. I want to see the world the way she does. Leeli turned her thoughts to the heavens, and took up her pleading where Nia’s left off, praying a blessing of safety on her brothers, who even now walked deeper into darkness with each … [Read more...]