The Woman with the Top Hat She stood outside Buck’s Cafe Rain or shine she stood every day The woman with the Top Hat What stood out about her was not her hat Fashion is as fashion wants But the fact that she never stopped…

Welcome to San Luno, run by Señor Bruno We sleep during your day light Within this city we keep desert hours We come awake at night Buildings made of mesa, stone and pueblo cliffs The inhabitants are happy Though there’s lots we miss. Like there…

Journal Entry 247 I came across a legend, They looked to be like toadstools Homes for fae the size of shoes Too large to be normal mushrooms. My colleague saved me from disaster, Had I given in my toes would shatter For these were hard…

Deep in the woods with the moon at its peak The goblins come out to creep Along the river on paths of moss Tiptoeing past where naiads sleep They clamber over long dead ents And flee the wolf-men’s tents To gather at the Coyote’s Fang…