Category Archives: Anthology

My collected writings and those of family members.

Argent, on a Bend Azure…

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/10/31/quest-to-quell-the-demotic/) Dominic Sixtus Venable Regulus bin Pugh-Fuchs, Fourteenth Montmorency, inaugurated the Lunation Gala. A zillion needles of light shafted the fête. Gentlepersons in radiant attire milled among eureka palms. Tables bulged with platters of candied fungi, trayed chalices … Continue reading

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Quest to Quell the Demotic

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/10/24/a-toil-of-two-tongues/) The spiel for the ceremonial dais shot was drearily familiar by now: I, Siddhartha Huff-bin-Chuck, Shootist of the Dais Pose, do petition Astrid-bint-Wanda, Matronissimx of the Posse, for leave to seize their Effulgencies in bi-polaroid fanfare to … Continue reading

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A Toil of Two Tongues

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/10/17/where-noise-is-canceled-and-air-is-free/) An aristo catwalk posture could be coached into a cack-handed nonentity, Siddhartha Huff surmised. Dialect was a horse of a different color. Sidd knew he must stifle Claw Hammer’s classless koine — the drawling pidgin of dinghy-spawn … Continue reading

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Where Noise Is Canceled and Air Is Free

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/10/10/know-your-place-said-the-boot-to-the-sock/) Within the close confines of Isthmia, what shielded the better sort from the dusky effluvia and clangor of the inducèdly frugal, besides walls, was a massive noise-whitening system. These two feats of segregation and filtration were tributes … Continue reading

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‘Know Your Place,’ Said the Boot to the Sock

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/10/03/claw-hammer/) Claw Hammer studied a handful of prehistoric photographs preserved in the Museum of Ancient Technology. “Why do barbs ape-grin in the pografs?” Siddhartha Huff processed the uppity punk’s patois for a moment. “Where did you learn about … Continue reading

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Claw Hammer

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/09/28/ballin-the-jack/) When Siddhartha Huff’s adopted ding learned he was suspended from the organ donor pool, the saucy rogue promptly gave himself a name: Claw Hammer. Sidd put Claw Hammer on a regimen of slenderizing drugs and commenced tutoring … Continue reading

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Ballin’ the Jack

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/09/21/its-not-over-until-its-celebrated/) On the runways of the Hall of Fenestration slenderness was next to godliness. The frescos of the Gilt Tabernacle of Mar-a-Gogo depict Museolini, god of the catwalk, being draped in sumptuous crinolines by wingèd benitos whose sheer … Continue reading

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‘It’s Not Over Until It’s Celebrated’*

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/09/15/le-coeur-a-ses-raisons-que-la-raison-ne-connait-point/) *From the charter of the Rhipidistian Society. The end of lunation 247.457627-12 matched about twenty douzains of the Old Reckoning. No one was quite sure how to label the new chronology, but it felt like more than … Continue reading

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Le Coeur A Ses Raisons Que la Raison Ne Connaît Point

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/09/10/heres-conflict-it-had-to-come/ ) He was an oddity in the Rhipidistian peerage: a patrician who chafed under the yoke of privilege and pose. Siddhartha Huff knew in his bones that he was a left-handed entity in a right-handed body. Sidd … Continue reading

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Here’s Conflict. It Had To Come

(Continued from https://ethicaldative.com/2021/09/06/rubber-of-aspire-meets-highway-of-dream/) His mansion sprawled in the sunny uplands; his larder bulged with premium ancillary protein; the flower of lab produce was carted daily to his kitchens; his chef staff conjured shakshukas and bibimbaps for him at the drop … Continue reading

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