Doctor Who - YesThey didn't plan it at all--not in a big "florist and photographer and minister" way, but not in a little "intending to say something before you actually say it" way either. They never did, not even the not-technically-the-first time.It happened one evening, when the now was quiet and still and the little blue book was beginning to get battered. He had been her pick up--or, more accurately, getaway--from a prestigious Bilvocoparian university, where she had first given a seminar and subsequently broken into a confidential research archive. Now, after a too-close escape, the loss of her suitcase, and a round scolding from the Doctor, they sa
Doctor Who - FatesFatesWe have met. We have met ten, A hundred, A thousand times.A chance touch,A prophetic conversation,A fateful kiss,All separated by centuries, by faces,By innumerable layers Of possibility and probability and causality.We have loved.We have loved the love of a tryst,A marriage,A child.We have learned too late.We have known all along.We have parted still in ignorance.We have loved within and throughout and despiteEvery permutation of reality.And wherever we tread in the can and cannotWe leave footprints to be followed later,Unwittingly,Keywords and clasped hands.You tell me to Run,And Bad Wo
Doctor Who - CrueltyCrueltyYou are cruelty like Zen riddles,Like nesting eggs,Like childhood guesses at the nature of infinity.One leads to another,One inside another,One on top of another.You are cruelty like Mobius loops,Like Escher staircases,Cruelties wrapped around crueltiesYour cruelty becoming you,You becoming your cruelty,Cruelty becoming itself,Over and over inside and out backward and forwardCruelty,Until the word disappears under its own iterationAnd means nothing.Which is one more cruelty,Here at the end,That I have no word to describeHolding you in my arms,Cradling you like an infant,Begging you for mercy
Dr Who+Magic S.Bus:ConnectionsLook for ConnectionsWhen one of her students asked her where she was from, she'd answered "Gallifrey," without really thinking about it."Where's that?" said another. "Is it near Walkerville?""No," she'd replied, laughing merrily, although she couldn't have said exactly why it was funny. "It's a very long way away.""According to my research, the name seems to fit the phonetic patterns of Celtic Ireland.""Irish, huh? Well, the Friz's got the hair, but the accent's missing."Even though she didn't mind the children's personal speculations (and was more than a little interested in whether they figured anything out) she decided not to b
Labyrinth - Fading, EpilogueFadingEpilogueA man awoke on the flat peak of a brown stone bluff. He opened his eyes just as the sun came out through a hole it had burned in the thick, gray-white clouds, and he blinked and shielded his eyes against its light as he sat up. The land the sun shone over was full of brown rock much like that beneath him, and in the gullies and the shadows of the cliffs and gorges were great floes of ice, melting into rivers that flowed in whatever crack or crevasse might pass for a riverbed.The man's eyebrows pulled together in thought, and he ran a hand through his dark hair."Where am I?" he said aloud to the landscape, but he was dist
My new motto.