Tevis could feel the phantom burns in her limb and reached up onto the console to shut off the feed from the SATcam and mic. She stayed there with her hands clutched together and her head resting above her knees and under the shade of her dark hair until she no longer felt nauseous....
Published in 2006,this collectionincludes over 30 short stories, poems, and novellas full of Gaiman’s magical and imaginative creations. It won the Locus Award in 2007 for Best Collection and several of the individual stories have also won the Locus and Hugo Awards. Standout Story:“The Flint...
"Oh, dear," said Totsey, "if I eat it too hot it burns me, and if I eat it too cold it's nasty. What shall I do?" "Take it as I do mine," said the good little sister. "It is the right way." "There are two wrong ways and only one right way; it isn't fair," sig...
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The only time it all goes is when it burns, winds up in the wind or smeared on the face of a guy you went to high school with. Posted on 04/20/2016Leave a comment on Fighting fires leaving home that summer, the park ached with the screams and yips of kids and dogs loosed up...
Giorgio Agamben on poetry,When the House Burns Down. What luxury, this rage! It keeps me hot and vital as any heart medication. First the human project, then the sputtered failure of words. Bereft; the minutes and hours of flame give way. My desire fades, ...
This week I chose to write a Shadorma (syllabic poem with a 3-5-3-3-7-5 sequence) about the transcendent powers of reading, inspired by one of Emily Dickinson’s poems. I opened a book and entered. The words spread outtheir wings, ...
the call for submissions was based on trees and everything they have to offer. Having grown up, I have several years under my belt of seeing trees, and naturally I had some thoughts. So I wrote them down and had two more poems selected for this latest anthology. Proceeds will go to be...
The illustrations below are not for this story. They happen to be by a Scottish illustrator called Robert Bryden (Ayrshire) for a book of poems by Robbie Burns published in the 1700s. However, when I saw these images, I thought of this short story by Thomas Hardy — people gathering in...
looking for a little space or did i hear a still small voice coming from the big white face he said i am the man in the moon let me be your light i will listen til the sun comes up all through the cold dark night i am the man in the moon who do you want me to be ...