I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Two Hundred and eighteenth story

Once upon a time there was a bee who, tired of being a nameless bug in a swarm, set out on her own, and eventually grew her own little garden.

Friday, October 30, 2015

The two hundred and Seventeenth Story

Once upon a time there was a pencil who knew that, essentially, all his actions were impermanent and erasable.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

the two hundred and sixteenth story

Once upon a time there was a hedgehog in love with a briarpatch. The briar was far sharper than the hedgehog, but they got to know each other and after a while stoped pricking each other so often, and then it didn't matter how sharp either of them was.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

The Two Hundred and FIfteenth Story


Once upon a time there was a tall reed who enjoyed the caress of the wind, even when the wind wasn't really paying attention.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

the two hundred and fourteenth story

Once upon a time there was a fly who had a kayak. I mean- it was actually a leaf, but she called it a kayak, and it DID float.

Monday, October 26, 2015

the two hundred and thirteenth story

Once upon a time there was an anteater who made herself a pangolin suit using pinecone scales stuck together with sap. She had to move very carefully or it would fall apart, but it was worth it to her.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Friday, October 23, 2015

The Two Hundred and Tenth Story

Once upon a time there was a field of flowers who whispered to each other constantly. It was really just meaningless gossip, but anyone walking by would have thought the sussurations to be lovely music.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

The two hundred and ninth story

Once upon a time there was a breeze who wanted nothing as much as she wanted a traveling companion. She picked up leaves, but they never lasted, she picked up feather and the would eventually fall, she picked up water droplets, but, in the end, it always rained.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

the two hundred and eighth story

Once upon a time there was a crow so pleased with the glossiness of her own feathers that as each one fell out she carefully collected and kept it. After a few years she had enough to contract with a weaverbird and made herself a glorious feather cloak to wear over her natural one on cold evenings.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The Two Hundred and Seventh Story

Once upon a time there was a monster who wasn't scary. He knew he wasn't scary, and, in his most honest moments, he knew he did not even want to be scary.

Monday, October 19, 2015

The two hundred and sixth story

 Once upon a time there was a magpie who enjoyed decorating nests more than he enjoyed nesting in them. Eventually he got a gig staging photoshoots for Vogue.



Sunday, October 18, 2015

the two hundred and fifth story


Once upon a time there was a bridge that wished to explore more than the two banks of one river.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Artists' statements

Colombina and Why she does what she does

Pulchinella and Why he does what he does
I couldn't get a photo of Baldwin with his statement, so I took a
photo of one of his finished pieces. Also I maybe should have
asked one of the Doves to transcribe for him. Oh well.

the two hundred and fourth story

Once upon a time there was a wolfpup who wanted to be a pop singer when he grew up. As he got older he found it harder and harder to hit the highest notes that he loved the most, but over time he got used to his more singer/songwriter style voice.

Friday, October 16, 2015

The two hundred and third story

Once upon a time there was a feather boa who worried, sometimes, that she might be a little over- ostentatious. 

Thursday, October 15, 2015

the two hundred and second story

Once upon a time there was a little anole who fashioned himself some wings out of leaves and twigs and told everyone that he was a fierce dragon.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

The Two hundreth Story!!

Once upon a time there was a name that would have preferred to refer to the dog, rather than to the cat to whom she had been assigned.

Monday, October 12, 2015

Sunday, October 11, 2015

the hundred and ninety eighth story

Once upon a time there was a little plane who DID like his cropdusting gig, he really did, but... he dreamed of learning skywriting.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Friday, October 9, 2015

the hundred and ninety sixth story

Once upon a time there was a helicopter seedpod, still holding to the tree, nervous and excited, waiting to fly.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

the hundred and ninety fourth story

Once upon a time there was a teapot and a sugarbowl who were very much in love, but the closest thing they ever got to touching was when you use the sugar from the bowl to sweeten the tea from the pot, mixing their insides on your mug.

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

The hundred and ninety third story

Once upon a time there was a raindrop who heard about all snowflakes being unique, but felt like a cog on a machine, and he hoped to freeze.

Monday, October 5, 2015

the hundred and ninety second story

Once upon a time there was a sculpture who thought that maybe if she stood really really still, no one would notice her.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Friday, October 2, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015