By the Pond

This is from a short story I'm working on, set in the same fallen world of the New Frontier, but focusing on people and places in the South, in what used to be the Texas Confederacy. Here's a snippet: She doesn’t know her name. Her mother might have given her one, but she was dead long before any memory could survive. Her father never called her anything. He spoke only in commands — bring my meal, lay out my clothes, recite the twelve precepts, take the gifts out to the peopl

Here is the wonderful review from the site. I don't know who specifically wrote this up, but it's great: " This is a propulsive,...

It's been over a year since I've been active on this blog. I spent a good six months recovering from surgery, and then you know what kind...

As some of you know, we discovered a meningioma up against my cerebellum in a random MRI I had as part of a medical study. We decided to...

JOY has a large number of classical musical references. As Tender goes through his adventures, he often listens to music in his internal...

I began writing JOY in February of 2017. I had taken my dog, Spike, for a walk around Spy Pond (I was living in Arlington, MA at the...