By Raji Singh From the Archives of the Fiction House. Happy May Day! “Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come Mama Lucy – time to go.’” 110 year-old healer and midwife Mama Lucy chants … Continue reading →
by Raji Singh In honor of our mothers, from the archives of The Fiction House… I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my mother and father on board a sinking ferry near … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh From the Archives of the Fiction House. Happy May Day! “Today Thibidioux chil’ to be born. Butterflies come and tell me so. ‘Come Mama Lucy – time to go.’” 110 year-old healer and midwife Mama Lucy chants … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh FROM THE FICTION HOUSE FILES: In honor of National Poetry Month A Farewell to Lucius Abel. That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. * * * All is dark. Just one thing she sees … Continue reading →
by Raji Singh In honor of President’s Day and the evolution of the office, here is a favorite. * * * We are unearthing fantastical new facts that will rewrite history as we know it. In a stunning tale hidden … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh To acknowledge the end of National Poetry Month and welcome May Day and Mothers, here is a poignant story of a mother’s lament * * * “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel. That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. * * * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading →
by Raji Singh We are unearthing fantastical new facts that will rewrite history as we know it. In a stunning tale hidden in the Fiction House Archives, we have found evidence of the mystical origins of two heroes of the 2nd … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh To acknowledge the end of National Poetry Month and welcome May Day and Mothers, here is a poignant story of a mother’s lament * * * “Tis 1800, there ‘bouts, early morn. Today Thibidioux chil’ to be … Continue reading →
By Raji Singh Farewell to April and another National Poetry Month. And Farewell to Lucius Abel. That last day with him, his Mama relives every day. * * * All is dark. Just one thing she sees – her son’s … Continue reading →
Captain Polly, the Mark Twain of the creature world, launches into fables.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
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Because the Future Is Just A Breath Away
welcome to my worlds...
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Raji Singh