Part 1: HERE King Stefan’s rule was both prosperous and fair, as such, there were many condolences to accept, visiting dignitaries to greet, and bequeaths to distribute. King Franz did this all with as much decorum and grace as he could muster in his grief. Through it all, his second father, John, stood by his … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: a faithful John retelling part 2
Part 1: Prologue King Stefan had been confined to his bed for months. In vain physicians from around the kingdom and surrounding lands had been called by the Crown Prince Franz to cure his ailing father. None were able to restore the good king’s health. Day after day, Prince Franz diligently performed his duties of … Continue reading The King’s Beloved John: a retelling of Faithful John
Part 4: Here I paced my small chamber until I grew dizzy from making sharp turns in a small place. I sat I on my narrow straw mattress, with my head in my hands, and my elbows on knees that bounced with trapped energy. Tonight would be the final act of our ill-planed play. Whether … Continue reading Iron, Green, and Gold: a Frog Prince Re-telling
It's not about the stupid tattoo. Just like it wasn't about the party he skipped, or the ranch he never took me to, or the Valentines date he let his best friend crash. It isn't about the birthday left uncelebrated, or the coffee dates I arranged, or the parties I planned, hosted and cleaned up … Continue reading It’s not about the tattoo
I had a dream last night. A terror, a nightmare, vision, or just a dream. A dream about him, about me, about us, and about her- She is always a subcurrent in such dreams. In my dream, we were standing face-to-face. For the first time in 4 years, we were together. Even in my dreams … Continue reading March 28th: Elegy of a last wish
I am a romantic, demi-romantic. On the surface, that statement doesn't make sense. But, the fact is: I love, love. I binge read romantic web comics and books, fawn over sweet animes, and consume rom-coms by the dozen. Far from being afraid or disgusted by romance, I am addicted to it. I just don't experience … Continue reading Dating as a Demiromantic part 5: managing expectations.
We would be eating pie right now. That's the kind of couple we were. Snipping like grandparents, teasing like kids. Sharing and stealing our slices in turn. That old Village Inn, with its peeling paint and faded sign, Has been replaced by a pizza joint. But that's what memories do- Change. Four years ago we … Continue reading The Kind of Couple We Were
I still have my old ipod Classic. Though made redundant by smart phones, once upon a time this dense device was the pride of my early adulthood. I bought it my senior year of high school, with the earnings from my first job. I filled that thing with as much music as I could find, … Continue reading Memories, Music, and Moving On
The weekend before last was our first taste of "Fools Spring". The temperature finally peaked above 40 degrees, so shed my heavy coat and gloves for a Saturday on the town with my sister and nephew. The sun was shinning, birds were singing, the roads were free from snow and slush- but it was all … Continue reading Anticipating Spring: Fools Spring and Hope
books on the sofa, my bed, strewn across the kitchen table, and stacked on the window's ledge. Pages turned and marked haphazardly with bookmarks, paper scraps, folded book covers, and even pens. Left open like a half-finished thought- read at varying paces. Just one is never enough. half-read books stored in many places.