I write sf, fantasy and (a little bit) horror. Want to go to space and solve murder mysteries, or live in a world where dwarves make each other from stone? Yes, that's me. I also love poetry - of various kinds! ...and, I draw.
+ more bio informationAbsolutely not! Human beings did not start out popping pills, did they? The human race is thousands of years old - we would not have survived all this time if we didn't have "the proper nutrients". I seriously dislike it when the school system, the federal government, or anybody really starts in on "your kid should have this... More..
_The moon is made of green cheese. It's true; we've seen it!_ That's the message that popped up on the NASA forum the other night, and we were scoffing and snickering to one another. People sent in all sorts of smarmy replies, like "oh yeah and so's your mother LOL", or "so I guess you'll tell us next that we're descended fr... More..
Kids like the darnedest stuff. I learned this when I was in seventh grade, one of your classic outcasts. I sat on the bus at the end with the younger children. It was the place I started to scribble my first tales for others. Because as I wrote in my little book, doodling words, one leaned over me with the curiosity that onl... More..
It starts as soon as fall appears, the holiday songs in stores and on the radio! The advertisements began this year before Halloween - a little subtly at first and then they became more and more intense as time progressed, subliminal messages from Target ads and the Food Network about "coming holidays" and "share your season... More..
It's a cold, cold snowy day In this hell that you've given me This world where you've imprisoned me - Wrapped your ivy branches 'round me tight! You wanna see what's in my soul, baby You wanna take all my control, baby And you won't leave nothin' left for me - Won't leave nothin' left tonight! Oh, I can't take it anymore Gon... More..
The magical, the mystical, fried egg wonder of it all, was Piranha's Special Summer Camp for Special Children. There, among the frozen statues of another age before lace and fine silks, you could be anything you wanted - the trick was just to be it. That was where I learned to make slivers in time with a bit of fried egg and... More..
The hills of fire stretch across the plain, red as the soil of Mars Is that why they are named fire ants? Plodding, marching through the jungle Stinging, in great battles... What do they know of us, really, the creators of these great hills? What do we know of them, really? If we can walk across this plain without damage, ma... More..
I hear you with a thousand echoes; The sound of your voice Is a broken mirror - my mind has shattered again. I see you with the eyes of a bee; Flittering, flickering - they shouldn't be able to do that - I can taste your picture, like smoky artichokes. Your touch is sandpaper on my leg; It burns the skin near my tongue, Free... More..
The Wall There is an old grey seawall On the east New England shore It has stood there forever And will forevermore. Its stones were once uncrumbled Untarnished by seaweed But oe'r years it has been humbled And its ruts are full of reeds The wind whistles through the chinks in it And howls among the cracks The ocean beats a ... More..
The summer solstice is all about water and sun, so its rituals are tailored to meet that. "Summer is a'cumin' in," was written as a celebration of this time, for instance. Even non-Wiccans look to summer as a time of passion, for getting outdoors, for enjoying the good weather. Did you know that Midsummer used to fall on the... More..
Jess Howe
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