The Plant – A Steampunk Story

A story of man versus plant, plant versus machine and all the complexities in between. In the end the plant wins, since life always finds a way to elevate itself. But so does man. And so does the machine. Or whatever you want to call what it became. Find it on Amazon and Smashwords

My name is Rosemary

“This is my room!” Rosemary thought. She couldn’t remember how she got there, or anything else about her life before being in it. From the rocker she was resting in she could see playful blue and golden patterns on the wall and large French doors that opened onto a balcony overlooking the ocean. The wind… Continue reading

Letters to Lelia – Letter Twenty – Facing yourself

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I don’t really know what it was that persuaded Seth I was worth a place in the order and I never worked harder in my life. See, there are the flashy presentations, the ones that make everything look effortless and magical, and then there is the grueling work that makes the presentation possible, the flaws… Continue reading

Mrs. Thornby gathered dust

Mrs. Thornby looked up to the sky to assess the state of the weather, and since it seemed to be cooperating, she continued, at a speed that defied her age, dragging her feet a little like a bratty child, to kick up the dust. Her sensible demeanor made it look like she had somewhere very… Continue reading

Letters to Lelia – Letter Twenty One – Charting your path

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The most common reaction people have when they meet resistance is to back away and search for another path, usually one less contentious, one that doesn’t stretch their capacity or comfort zone. This other path usually leads nowhere through an ever lessening sequence of diminishing resistance. It eventually gets you to a point of indifferent… Continue reading

Letters to Lelia – Letter Nine – Just Being (excerpt)

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Remember the expedition to the Eta Carinae nebula? You and your classmates must have been four or five, just starting the plant genetics introductory class, and Sarah thought it would be a wonderful idea to send you on a little field trip to make observations about one of the planetoids’ various climatic zones and maybe… Continue reading

The room

The glow emanating from the chamber floor cast a halo, a constantly moving iridescent pool of light that delicately caressed her hair. Her mother always told her how lucky she was to have these wonderful tresses. They attracted the attention and commentary of numerous great-aunts, acquaintances and quite a few busy bodies because of their… Continue reading

Generations – Chapter 8 – Of love and parenting

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Sarah kept grinning a smile of pure joy at the return of the prodigal um, delighting over the fresh image of it peacefully snoozing in its bed. As she poured the coffee in her poppy colored cup she remembered the little lights at the center of Sys’s palms. “What on earth was that?” she wondered…. Continue reading

Solomon was not impressed by such fine details but enjoyed the slightly elevated position of the warm soap stone which provided a perfect location to stake out prey and catch small critters unaware. To Sarah’s chagrin it often brought offerings to the kitchen door after a hunt, to share with her and show appreciation. The… Continue reading

Flying castle

“What are you doing, Jenny?” “Nothing, mommy”, the little freckled face replied, fumbling quickly to shove a wobbly paper craft under the bed. She had been working on it all morning and she didn’t want to show it until it was finished. Mommy couldn’t help her curiosity and cast a lingering glance in the general… Continue reading