TR Bridge
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Fiction, essays and other durable ephemera from the shores of the mighty Lower Fraser.
'This is an odd note, and I am uncertain of its meaning. Where the ink has been nearly erased by water damage, I have filled in the elisions with what I believe was intended. With that caveat, here is the substance of what I believe it says.'
The End!
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The End!
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November 24, 2025 at 10:34 PM
'This is an odd note, and I am uncertain of its meaning. Where the ink has been nearly erased by water damage, I have filled in the elisions with what I believe was intended. With that caveat, here is the substance of what I believe it says.'
The End!
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The End!
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"But what was most striking was what one overlooked in the background, and might never see if they had not seen what I had: the subtle outline of a spectral figure, its upper torso, if that is what one might call it, composed of the shadowed branches of both the living and the dead"
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November 24, 2025 at 10:29 PM
"But what was most striking was what one overlooked in the background, and might never see if they had not seen what I had: the subtle outline of a spectral figure, its upper torso, if that is what one might call it, composed of the shadowed branches of both the living and the dead"
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"But as I looked more closely, I saw a glint of gold at one end. Reaching down, I pulled at it: it was the chain of Ida's locket, entangled below the mat of vegetation. It was grown over and patinaed, as if it had been there for years."
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November 24, 2025 at 10:23 PM
"But as I looked more closely, I saw a glint of gold at one end. Reaching down, I pulled at it: it was the chain of Ida's locket, entangled below the mat of vegetation. It was grown over and patinaed, as if it had been there for years."
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"For only a moment, I saw a glint in her eyes, that same blade-like malice I had seen at the rectory. It was only a moment; it disappeared as soon as our eyes met. But I saw it. Not quite a predator eyeing its prey but that calculating jealousy, the way the hyena looks at the lion."
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November 24, 2025 at 9:53 PM
"For only a moment, I saw a glint in her eyes, that same blade-like malice I had seen at the rectory. It was only a moment; it disappeared as soon as our eyes met. But I saw it. Not quite a predator eyeing its prey but that calculating jealousy, the way the hyena looks at the lion."
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"I prodded to see what she would say by way of explanation—why had she gone to the mire with no painting equipment? Why had I found her there, senseless and asleep on two occasions, like an enchanted fairy-tale princess?"
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November 24, 2025 at 8:42 PM
"I prodded to see what she would say by way of explanation—why had she gone to the mire with no painting equipment? Why had I found her there, senseless and asleep on two occasions, like an enchanted fairy-tale princess?"
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"In its palette of chartreuse, green, and red it reminded me of the Pyrenean lily that Ida had painted before her arrival in London. It was a golden-green lobe exploding with red hairs, each dotted with a reflecting silver droplet of nectar."
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November 24, 2025 at 8:35 PM
"In its palette of chartreuse, green, and red it reminded me of the Pyrenean lily that Ida had painted before her arrival in London. It was a golden-green lobe exploding with red hairs, each dotted with a reflecting silver droplet of nectar."
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“As I walked towards the ponds near the center of the mire proper, I saw her: she was lying on a granite islet in the middle of a bog-pond. Her jacket was with her rucksack, beside her. She lay on her side, seemingly asleep.”
An excerpt of my new weird fic.
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An excerpt of my new weird fic.
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November 24, 2025 at 8:22 PM
“As I walked towards the ponds near the center of the mire proper, I saw her: she was lying on a granite islet in the middle of a bog-pond. Her jacket was with her rucksack, beside her. She lay on her side, seemingly asleep.”
An excerpt of my new weird fic.
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An excerpt of my new weird fic.
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"Ida had chosen to portray all of that stunted, starving world at sunset, touched with gold and violet. In doing so she conveyed a warmth, I would say an affectionate warmth, to what to me had seemed ghastly, with its queer silence and skeletal trees."
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November 24, 2025 at 8:11 PM
"Ida had chosen to portray all of that stunted, starving world at sunset, touched with gold and violet. In doing so she conveyed a warmth, I would say an affectionate warmth, to what to me had seemed ghastly, with its queer silence and skeletal trees."
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"...I had the clear knowledge, first, that this was not its true form; that it had adopted this tree-branch form as a sort of camouflage. And second, I had the same sense as when I looked at the sea from the rocky bluff on the way to the mire: that of a pervasive intelligence."
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November 24, 2025 at 7:44 PM
"...I had the clear knowledge, first, that this was not its true form; that it had adopted this tree-branch form as a sort of camouflage. And second, I had the same sense as when I looked at the sea from the rocky bluff on the way to the mire: that of a pervasive intelligence."
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"But when I stood, I saw it was unmistakably in the shape of a large bird, like a crow or raven, as if one had fallen there and been grown over by the moss and lichen: there was a beaked head and body, even the suggestion of tailfeathers."
November 24, 2025 at 7:35 PM
"But when I stood, I saw it was unmistakably in the shape of a large bird, like a crow or raven, as if one had fallen there and been grown over by the moss and lichen: there was a beaked head and body, even the suggestion of tailfeathers."
"It was beautiful, and yet eerie, an impression aided by the trees: amongst the living trees were a good number of dead ones, barkless and bone-white. Grasping up with spindly branches, these skeletal trees looked as if they had died desperately, and not well.”
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November 10, 2025 at 9:13 AM
"It was beautiful, and yet eerie, an impression aided by the trees: amongst the living trees were a good number of dead ones, barkless and bone-white. Grasping up with spindly branches, these skeletal trees looked as if they had died desperately, and not well.”
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Part VI (of ... XVII?) of an eco-Dunsanian weird-fic, The High Mire.
October 31, 2025 at 5:49 AM
Part VI (of ... XVII?) of an eco-Dunsanian weird-fic, The High Mire.
"By that point I had finished the novel I was reading, Chesterton’s 'Thursday,' and I was ready for a dose of something less fantastical, even if it were only a bog.”
Another excerpt of my new weird, The High Mire.
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Another excerpt of my new weird, The High Mire.
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October 25, 2025 at 11:47 PM
"By that point I had finished the novel I was reading, Chesterton’s 'Thursday,' and I was ready for a dose of something less fantastical, even if it were only a bog.”
Another excerpt of my new weird, The High Mire.
#WeirdFiction #SpecLit #SpecFic #HorrorLit #WritingCommunity #LateNightWrite
Another excerpt of my new weird, The High Mire.
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Another segment of my new weird-ish story The High Mire. Been researching places to submit and looking at @uncannymagazine.bsky.social and @metaphorosis.com.
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October 21, 2025 at 6:29 AM
Another segment of my new weird-ish story The High Mire. Been researching places to submit and looking at @uncannymagazine.bsky.social and @metaphorosis.com.
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Page 2 of The High Mire:
October 14, 2025 at 12:29 AM
Page 2 of The High Mire:
Love that, thanks for posting. The name Lisel Mueller rang a bell, and I remembered her as the author of a great poem I read decades ago, Moon Fishing:
October 13, 2025 at 6:59 AM
Love that, thanks for posting. The name Lisel Mueller rang a bell, and I remembered her as the author of a great poem I read decades ago, Moon Fishing:
This is a story I wrote last year, The High Mire, with tips of the hat to Lord Dunsany, Karen Russell, and Liz Williams. Putting it out as a serial over the holiday season.... about 16 pages in all.
October 13, 2025 at 12:38 AM
This is a story I wrote last year, The High Mire, with tips of the hat to Lord Dunsany, Karen Russell, and Liz Williams. Putting it out as a serial over the holiday season.... about 16 pages in all.
Working on a short story and doing some research on the Apache-Sitgreaves national forest. This is what the Republicans have posted on the Forest Service website.
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October 12, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Working on a short story and doing some research on the Apache-Sitgreaves national forest. This is what the Republicans have posted on the Forest Service website.
#Writing #WritingCommunity #WriterLife #YouCan'tMakeThisShitUp #Dystopia
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Jesus in the bottom of my espresso cup. Or Javier Bardem
July 12, 2025 at 8:21 AM
Jesus in the bottom of my espresso cup. Or Javier Bardem
I love this one; a wee grace note. "Optimistic Little Poem" by Hans Magnus Enzensberger (1929-2022), from the great anthology 'New Poems on the Underground'.
June 17, 2025 at 5:59 AM
I love this one; a wee grace note. "Optimistic Little Poem" by Hans Magnus Enzensberger (1929-2022), from the great anthology 'New Poems on the Underground'.
My son's school in highly industrialized New Westminster is in lockdown right now.... because of a bear
vancouver.citynews.ca/2025/05/01/p...
vancouver.citynews.ca/2025/05/01/p...
May 1, 2025 at 8:30 PM
My son's school in highly industrialized New Westminster is in lockdown right now.... because of a bear
vancouver.citynews.ca/2025/05/01/p...
vancouver.citynews.ca/2025/05/01/p...
May 1, 2025 at 12:04 AM
Great Strunk & White epigraph to this chapter in Noah Lukeman's 'The First Five Pages.'
April 19, 2025 at 6:30 AM
Great Strunk & White epigraph to this chapter in Noah Lukeman's 'The First Five Pages.'
More Squamish goodness... this is the infamous Chieftain Pub. In my freelance days, I did a feature about Squamish that began and ended here. Played pool, but never did try the Tabasco and tequila shot.
March 28, 2025 at 5:01 AM
More Squamish goodness... this is the infamous Chieftain Pub. In my freelance days, I did a feature about Squamish that began and ended here. Played pool, but never did try the Tabasco and tequila shot.