A random bit of writing inspired by events of the evening...  Sorry not much commentary here.  I'm tired, it's late, and I'm under threats of dire consequences if my "ass is not in bed in the next thirty seconds..."  Are dominance and a tendency to hyperbole carried on the same gene or something?  Seriously... It … Continue reading Irony


Trig pads across the carpet until he stands a long step from David’s feet. David lets his head roll to one side and gazes silently at Trig for a long moment. I look at Trig, too. The muscles in his throat twitch and his eyes seem focused on empty space. For just a second the … Continue reading Penance