‘I want this one!’ Esmé says. ‘This one, daddy. I want the ginny.’ ‘Kid, we are not getting a genie.’ ‘But I WANT it!’ she pouts and stomps her little feet. ‘Look, genies are a hassle. Here, look at this puppy instead – isn’t he cute? Or that tabby kitten we just passed, you…
DISLAIMER: I am a songwriter first, and singer a very distant second. This song (like most I write) was not written to fit my own vocal register. Props to Adam Bow for helping with recording, mixing, and making it sound as good as it does. Lyrics, vocals and guitar by me, studio magic by Adam (https://twitter.com/adambowmusic).…
DISLAIMER: I am a songwriter first, and singer a very distant second. This song (like most I write) was not written to fit my own vocal register. Props to Adam Bow for helping with recording, mixing, and making it sound as good as it does. Lyrics, vocals and guitar by me, studio magic by Adam (https://twitter.com/adambowmusic).…
“What the purple-bearded FUCK is that?” asked the Witch. “A dragonflight,” said the girl. “Yes, I can see that. Why, Hortense, is there a goddess-damned saddled dragon on my fucking lawn?” “You asked for it,” explained Hortense, but her confidence was fading by the second. “You asked for it?” she tried. “I most definitely did…
The snow is falling fast out there A million whirling flakes And though inside is toasty warm I would much rather brave the storm Than brave this big, brown bear How did he get in through the door? And why is he awake? I’m sure that brown bears hibernate Perhaps this one is fashionably…
There it is again! That strange pattern on the wall only comes once a flicker Shifting shadows to make space for other things Moving dead silence aside so the noises have a place to linger Don’t you see? Don’t you hear? No, he says, my friend No, I do not hear at all Just your…
Heya, CassCrew! This ya girl Cass, here to welcome you back to the Cassie P channel and my vlog for day 318. Everything is cool aboard the station. We had a bit of a scare this morning when the oxy scrubbers janked up for TEN. WHOLE. MINUTES. Mum was like “oh my god, this can…
Here, at the end of Sam Wittgenstein’s life Surrounded by grandchildren, children and wife He comforts his family, then he converses With his tender, latest of the hospital’s nurses As she goes about all her medical tasks She asks him what many have previously asked He answers the question, remarkably patient: “Ludwig? Alas, miss, he’s…