The Showman’s Hat Droops

Come one, come all! Come see the freaks of nature survive in a world they didn’t create! See the man who can communicate only through his taste buds attempt to navigate a world of sound! Laugh as the human camel frolics among the clover! Shock as a child no older than the sun burns youContinue reading “The Showman’s Hat Droops”

Worldseed in My Hands

I hold the worldseed in my hands. It is the beginning of every story, the possibility of myriad roads through countless lands under untold stars. I hold my new child. Today I have set aside the tall, tall hat of the showman and the cigarette of the worldstore salesman. Today I am simply me, aContinue reading “Worldseed in My Hands”