Wednesday, April 16, 2014


This web page is ongoing coversheet for Lunar Skeletons.

My Blogger stats indicate that Lunar Skeletons steadily gets very few hits per day. A few people stop by, probably more by accident than intent. But however you were directed here, I want to thank everybody for visiting. Do check back once in a while. Although in a somniculous state, Lunar Skeletons is not totally defunct. Occasionally I get a strange bee in my bonnet, and I add something new to the archive. Whether it is worthwhile to read is a debatable question that civilized people might disagree about. Meanwhile, they can search through the archives for all the other profound or ridiculous things I have written. If you have any questions, please be sure to read the FAQ.

Angel at Forest Cemetery, Coeur d'Alene, Idaho

The Story of St. Alison Kaylee

For some reason, my other short story about St. Alison Kaylee has gotten a lot of attention, by which I mean that it tends to get almost more hits than anything else, according to my blog statistics. But how did this story get started? Well, several years ago, may wife and I were vacationing in Tolovana, Oregon, over on the coast. But our luck had it that year where it rained most of the time, and so we were stuck indoors. Not having much else to do, I just started writing out this hagiographic short story in a notebook. Later, I refined it a little and added some of my drawings I had made during the time there.

Chances Are

  • Nearly everyone whom you see in old black & white television reruns is now dead.
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