Recent things that are happening

I have a new set of shelves over my desk in the basement. I call it the “Wall O’ Science Fiction.” Yellowed paperbacks by Fritz Leiber, Ursula LeGuin, Isaac Asimov, Clifford Simak, Harlan Ellison, Judith Merril, Cordwainer Smith et. al. etc. All inherited from my mother when she cleaned out her book-freighted manse.
All authors whose boots I will never be fit to polish, of course. But if you let that stop you, you might as well give up writing and go do something useful. Which I refuse to do. I will never be useful. Not in the DNA.
It is entirely possible that this scribbling, done by lamplight where the laundry churns, might not remain totally obscure/uncompensated for long. I received news yesterday most unexpected…

A Prisoner of the Meat Suit

I’ve designed a prison uniform. It limits the wearer severely. The prisoner can’t fly, he can’t shoot lightning bolts, he can’t bend space and time to his will. He will not recall he was once a god; the suit instills fear and respect for his masters.”

“Of what is this remarkable garment fashioned?”
“Meat. Pure meat…”

I play cards in the stairway of the abandoned palace

Accordion. Aces and Kings. I’m playing cards in the stairwell of the ruined palace. The flight of pigeons rattles in the clouds overhead. All my games are solitaires of one sort or another: Alhambra, AllIn A Row. Amazons. Aztec Patience.Who brought friesias to our clockmaker, the one whose knees ached as he crooned to hisworm and his escapement? Surely there is an intrigue afoot. It could be the jawless girl who sluices the kitchen flags. For the clockmaker’s sake, I hope it’s not her. I lay down cards for Babbette, Baker’s Dozen,Beetle, Brisbane, British Square….