Thomasine Wren


Photographer Unknown

I could tell you a story about a baby who was stolen from her crib by fairies and in her place the fairies left a fairy child who grew up to be a fairy queen and between the time she was a baby and a young woman the changeling was responsible for things like-

the missing school teacher, the missing Minister- who technically wasn’t missing because they found parts of him in Mr Finlay’s Pumpkin patch and the missing Constable and the missing librarian.

I could even tell you her real name before she was flown in through the nursery window- her name was Gemina.

I could even tell you which window the Fairies brought the Changeling through.

But all of these little bits of my changeling story are neither here nor there because Gemina the changeling didn’t do any of those dark and devilish deeds.

On the night the Fairies snuck in through the window and before they could switch the babies, just as the full Moon’s cold silvery blue light filled the nursery –

Thomasine’s mother stormed into the nursery. She slammed the windows shut and quick as lightning she caught those wicked fairies and in the end she fed them all to her family for dinner on fancy bone and chine plates by candlelight.

Werewolves love slow roasted fairies, they taste just like chicken I’ve been told.

Life In The Square


Anthonij (Anton) Rudolf Mauve

There’s a homeless guy who has taken up residence behind my warehouse.

Sometimes he sets up his sleeping bag between the cars and when he does this, it’s almost impossible for people to get into their cars and drive away.

But most of the time he walks back and forth and bellows like a bull- a bull that can suddenly launch into streams of profanity and threaten to kick my mother effing head in- or the heads of anyone who dares to ‘get in his face.’

When I hear the homeless guy mooing and bellowing and ranting and raving I don’t go out back to empty the trash. I just let it pile up and wait for him to go on a drug run or pass out.

Welcome to Pioneer Square in Seattle, Washington where crazy pops up in clusters like noxious weeds on almost every corner and it all seems normal now.

Bébé Loup-Garou

Today’s RDP is Lanigerous and my first thought was,

” I wonder if Baby Werewolves feel soft and fluffy like newborn puppies or kittens or does their fur feel like raw wool? Do they have that newborn human infant smell or do they smell like an herb garden at dawn?

I’ve written loads of stories and posts about Werewolves and I have never really addressed those questions.

Maybe I should find someone who knows and ask

the next time the Moon is full.

Photographer Uknown

Photographer Unknown

Bored To Death


Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

If I cast a spell and steal a soul

will my world come back to me?


Somebody stole it

and took it away

somebody buried it

in an unmarked grave


Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

people shouldn’t mess

with devils like me.


Abra Cadabra

one, two, three

I have busy hands and sharp little teeth

and I am full of empty spaces just waiting to be filled.