The Tide World

The Sweet Song of Silver

“Ain’t nuffin’ funny ’bout dis,” Olmer murmured, before vomiting behind the wagon. Bile rushed up his esophagus, somehow hot and cold at the same time, streaked like a diving bird across his tongue -and for some reason out of his nose- before splattering all over a flat rock. It landed Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago
The Tide World

The Rights of Hunt

You could find anything if you hunted the beach long enough. Or so Egan hoped, as paced the sandy shores of Bray Bard’s Cove, letting the tide waters rush up between his toes and swirl around his ankles. A half-filled gunny sack slapped Egan’s thigh wetly as twisted to face Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago
The Tide World

Notes on a Husked Man

When puppets wear the clothes of men Shadows rise and dance again Grab your silver, hold it tight Drop it once and fall to night Run and fight until dawn breaks Friend or Foe? Men or Fakes? ~Ancient Nursery Rhyme Origin Unknown   They move like puppets. We can finally Read more…

By AA Peterson, ago