I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

I think I  know what the first scene will be for nanowrimo. (And possibly the first line.) I wrote a poem about spleen art. (Blame tumblr....

Magic isn’t big on fundamental truths, but one is that it sets you apart. There are people, and then there are magicians. There are people ...

A submission for the monkey's weekly  flash challenge . I doubt I will do much (if anything) from Jay's POV again: he is fundamenta...

Jay sits beside me on the couch, watching Sesame Street in silence for a good half-hour before giving me a hesitant poke in the side. ...

"Never include anything the audience can reasonably and easily assume has happened. Never pass on exposition unless the missing fact ...

A sequel the past post, done as a prompt  from the Monkey, though this version does have more lines to it. I knew it would be an ugly mo...

In the weeks we've travelled together I've never seen him go into a bar. Not because he made any kind of promise – magicians know b...

I leave Charlie and Jay in the hotel room and go out walking. There are magicians who walk only in their hearts, or in dream worlds they ha...

Note: This piece is (as of now) the earliest chronological piece in the magician series, the writing of it inspired by Eric Boyd's promp...

The hotel dining room is a small affair of white-clothed tables and a help-yourself buffet, the staff all looking as if they're prepari...