My latest project: a Young at Heart fantasy
The Age Undreamed
Before History was born,
Myth went unseen, for it was busy being lived.
Though now none still live who remember.
Wondrous creatures roamed that new born world.
But none so unique as Hoopah, the winged buffalo.
One dewy morning, the Great Mystery reached out into the filaments of miracle
shaped out of them one sparkling Handful, blew upon it, and flung it out into the skies,
casting a tiny winged buffalo to soar the four corners of the winds in happy bewilderment.
The Lakota who first saw him gasped,
Which is to say "flying buffalo" and that is as much a real name as if they called you "two legged."
The Turquoise Woman -
She, whose thoughts are the colors of the Northern Lights, thought that silly.
Instead she named him, Hoopah, or Wings.
And watched him bemused
as Hoopah flew to Asgard to Olympus to Avalon to the dragon lairs of far-off Chin,
and other fabled realms,
leaving legends and laughter in his wake.
I am currently writing the chapter:
No Zeus Is Good Zeus.
I doubt whether anyone will be tempted to buy this small volume,
but I am having fun writing it.
Have you ever written
a book just
because it tickled you
to do so?