Mrs. Claus

I committed this random act of poetry for my Patreon subscribers. (They get an audio recording of it.) It may have come out a tad darker than I intended? Enjoy!   Who is Mrs. Claus?   We have heard of…

Doll Trouble – Part Five

Crow examined herself in a full-length mirror, admiring the twenty shades of black in her new dress. Each panel of the skirt, ruffle, and bit of lace held a different quality of blackness. She made a final adjustment to the…

Doll Trouble – Part Four

Raven pushed through the gathered crowd upstream, using his cane to gently nudge people aside. He had returned to his aristocrat persona, preferring it to the drabness of a priest. The doll holding Crow was tucked safely in his hat.…

Doll Trouble – Part Three

Raven perched in an oak tree outside Tamagawa station. Morning commuters were queuing up. He ruffled his feathers, wondering if Fox had been wrong about their destination. A small, nagging thought suggested that, perhaps, she had even been deliberately misleading…

Doll Trouble – Part Two

The next Saturday afternoon, Raven went strolling idly through the park with Crow on his arm. They were promenading in their lolita and aristocrat personas through the rose gardens, by the tea house, around a lake, and back towards the…